(NOW, WITHOUT ANY OF THE GAMMON OF PUTTING LIGHTS OUT, AND DARKENING THE ROOM, THIS REALLY DID HAPPEN IN BROAD DAYLIGHT—YOU NEEDN'T BELIEVE IT, OF COURSE, UNLESS YOU LIKE.)
THE FANCY FAIR.
Eleanor. "YOU HAD BETTER BUY SOME OF MY CIGARS—COME, TAKE ONE!"
Young Swell. "A—A—THANKS, NO—I NEVER SMOKE!"
Eleanor. "WHAT! NOT IF I BITE OFF THE END?"
AN AFFLICTED ONE.
JOHN CHINAMAN WEEPING OVER HIS TAIL.