"And a dairyman with FAMILIES UP LIE , and a stationer's with LUE LACK INK. Isn't it distressing?—and so bad for growing children to see so much slovenliness. And what can foreigners think of us? The Americans, for instance, who are always so spick and span, and—"
The means of rescue came to me in the shape, of a vast monster on wheels, bright with yellow and scarlet, thundering over the road. "That's my bus," I said, and ran.
Father (to troublesome small boy). "NOW LOOK HERE, TONY. I SHAN'T WARN YOU AGAIN. THE VERY NEXT TIME YOU MISBEHAVE YOU GO STRAIGHT UPSTAIRS TO BED."
Small Sister. "AND THAT'S THAT. ISN'T IT, DADDY?"
THOSE DRESSES.
(Being a Midsummer Night's Dream, or thereabouts.)