SO LIKELY!
Scene—Bar of a Railway Refreshment Room.
Barmaid. "Tea, Sir?"
Mr. Boosey. "Tea!!! ME!!!!"
THE GAME OF DRAUGHTS.
(By One who has Played it.)
Assume that I am living in Yokohama Gardens (before the pleasant change from winter to spring), and that I am conscious of the near approach of the North Pole. The fires in the grates seem to be lukewarm, and even the coals are frozen. My servants have told me that the milk had to be melted before it could adorn the breakfast-table; and as for the butter, it is as hard as marble. There is only one thing to do, to send for that worthy creature Mr. Lopside, an individual "who can turn his hand to anything."