The Profiteer. "I DON'T THINK!"
Patient. "And you really think there is nothing wrong with my eyesight?"
Oculist. "Nothing at all. Perfectly normal."
Patient. "Ah, then it must be the way I've been holding my putter."
GEORGE AND THE COW-DRAGON.
The "rockerty-tockerty-tock" refrain of the carriage-wheels below me changed into a jarring whine as the train came to a full stop. I looked out on a dim-lit platform which seemed to be peopled only by a squad of milk-cans standing shoulder to shoulder like Noah's Ark soldiers.