Comb-Vender (mysteriously). Tortoise-shell.
Tourist (savagely). Well?
Vender. Genuine tortoise-shell.
Tourist. Go to the devil.
Third Tourist, Photographer. For heaven’s sake, lady, you’re sitting on my camera!
Little Lady. Oh! Where is it?
Tourist. Under you, under you, lady.
Little Lady. I am so tired. What a wretched camera you have. I thought it felt uncomfortable and I was wondering why. Now I know; I am sitting on your camera.
Tourist (agonized). Lady!
Little Lady. I thought it was a stone. I saw something lying there and I thought: A queer-looking stone; I wonder why it’s so black. So that’s what it was; it was your camera. I see.