In Chancery and Fetter Lane.
Vehicular Progression.—Mr. Ikey Motor (to customer). Want a machine, sir? Certainly, we've all sorts to suit your build.
Customer. It isn't for me, but for my mother-in-law.
Mr. Ikey Motor. For your mother-in-law! How would a steam roller suit her?
[Mr. I. M. is immediately made aware that the lady in question has overheard his ill-timed jest, while the customer vanishes in blue fire.
Experto Crede.—What is worse than raining cats and dogs?—Hailing motor omnibuses.