But you aren't arriving until July 1st!

"But why didn't you tell me you were coming today? I'd never have been giving this party."

"Mum, I wired you . . ."

"Yes, but you said July first. Tomorrow. This is the thirty-first of June."

Norah shook her head balefully. "No, mum, 'tis the first, God curse the evil day."

The tinselly laugh rang out, "But that's ridiculous! Everyone knows 'Thirty days hath September, April, June and  . . .' My God!" There was a moment's silence. "But darling," she said dramatically, "I'm your Auntie Mame!" She put her arms around me and kissed me, and I knew I was safe.

Patrick Dennis, Auntie Mame (New York: Broadway Books, 2001), pp. 13-14 (orig. pub. 1955)