Wee Winnie on her Travels.
"Yes, I know. You are Wee Winnie. You travelled alone from Charing Cross to China-Tartary. I have not read your book, but I have heard of it."
"And what have you heard of it?"
"That it is in bad taste."
"Your remark is in worse," interposed Lillie severely.
"Ladies, ladies!" murmured Silverdale. "This is the first time we have had two of them in the room together," he thought. "I suppose when the thing is once started we shall change the name to the Kilkenny Cats' Club."
"In bad taste, is it?" said Miss Nimrod, promptly whipping a book out of her skirt pocket. "Well, here is the book. If you can find one passage in bad taste I'll—I'll delete it in the next edition. There!"
She pushed the book into the hands of Miss Jack, who took it rather reluctantly.
"What's this?" asked Miss Jack, pointing to a weird illustration.
"That's a picture of me on my elephant, sketched by myself. Do you mean to say there's any bad taste about that?"