MIXED NOTIONS.
No. IX.—PARISH COUNCILS.
(Scene and Persons as usual.)
Inquirer (to himself, as he reads his paper). Well, I'm dashed! What the blue blazes does all this stuff mean?
First Well-informed Man (to Second W. I. M., in a tone of pitying good-humour, mixed with conscious superiority). He's got started on his usual morning puzzle.
Inquirer (with asperity). Oh, it's all very well for you two chaps to sneer. You're both older than I am, and, as you've been about more, you ought to know more. Anyhow, I like to find out about things, and, when I don't know, I ask those who do.
First W. I. M. (not unkindly). Well, well, never mind all that. You know I don't mind telling you anything. I really didn't mean to sneer. What's your difficulty?
Inquirer. It's all about this Parish Councils Bill.
First W. I. M. What about it?