A SCENE AT A RAILWAY STATION.
Groom. "BEG PARDON, SIR,—BUT WOS YOUR NAME TOMKINS?"
Tomkins. "YES!"
Groom. "IF YOU PLEASE, SIR, MASTER SAYS HE WOS WERRY SORRY AS HE COULDN'T SEND THE FEEATON—BUT, AS HIS YOUNG 'OSS WANTED EXERCISE, HE THOUGHT YOU WOULDN'T MIND RIDIN' OF 'IM."
[TOMKINS bursts into a cold perspiration.
THE UNFITNESS OF THINGS.
Impudent Boy. "I SAY, BILL! COME AND SEE THE CONJURING—HERE'S THIS HERE GAL A GOIN' TO SQUEEZE HERSELF INTO THAT THERE BROOM!"
