Wonder when Swiss tourists will abstain from buying alpenstocks which they don't know how to use, and which are branded with the names of mountains they would never dare to dream of trying to do more than timidly look up to.
Wonder in what age of progress a sponge-bath will be readily obtainable abroad, in places most remote, and where Britons least do congregate.
Wonder if French ladies, who are as elegant in their manners as they are in their millinery, will ever acquire the habit of eating with their lips shut.
Wonder when it will be possible to travel on the Rhine, without hearing feeble jokelets made about the "rhino."
Mrs. Vanoof (shopping in Paris). "Now let me see what you've got extra special."
Salesman. "Madam, we 'ave some ver' fine Louis treize."
Mr. Vanoof. "Trays, man! What do we want with trays!"