She (quite pleased with herself). "Oh, no—this is only my second attempt. But then, you see, I have been used to a bicycle for years!"
MISUNDERSTOOD
Donald (who has picked up fair cyclist's handkerchief). "Hi! Woman! Woman!"
Fair Cyclist (indignantly). "'Woman'! How dare you——"
Donald (out of breath). "I beg your pardon, sir! I thought you was a woman. I didna see your trews."
Automobile dust-carts, says the Matin, are to be used in Paris henceforth. We had thought every motor-car was this.