Ho! presto! In completeness
I feel at last that I have met
With living "Light and Sweetness"!
"Just so," observed Mr. Punch. "But I must be off."
"Going to Paris by the train de luxe! Ah, how different it used to be when our fathers were boys together. Do you remember the old-fashioned diligence? Some day we may travel by train across the sea."
"Well, I have a still easier mode of travelling. I can beat diligence and locomotive with a wish. I want to be in Paris!" In a moment, the Sage found himself seated under the Tour Eiffel amidst the ruins of the Exhibition. The confusion was indescribable.
"Dear me, I think I've had about enough of this!" said Mr. Punch. "I fancy I should like to be in Switzerland."
Hey presto! and the Sage was in the home of the picturesque—in the land of table d'hôtes of the first order, and of hotel prices of nearly the same altitude as the mountains.
"This is very perfect," observed the Sage to his faithful attendant. Toby growled. "There is nothing needed to complete my happiness."
"Except me—'scuse me—except me."