"Oh, don't worry about me," I smiled; "I shall be quite all right. I'm going to lay all the blame on you."
He shot one scared glance, at me, then, picking up the skirts of his dressing-gown, scampered off down the road as fast as his ammunition boots would let him, never looking back.
PATLANDER.
ANOTHER THREATENED INDUSTRY.
CHANNEL STEWARD (infected with the prevailing strike mania). "ANY MORE TALK ABOUT THIS TUNNEL AND I DOWN BASINS!"
