AT THE GRAND HOTEL, PARIS.--Blithers (of romantic turn of mind, to Smithers, after observing a young couple in close conversation in the court yard). I'm sure they're engaged. I heard her call him Harry!
Smithers (a matter-of-fact man). What of that? I call my housemaid Emily! He's most probably her footman.
[Smithers calls for absinthe.
WELL MEANT, BUT----. Motorist (with heated cylinders). "Where can I get some water?"
Rustic. "There beant noo watter hereaboots--but ye can have a sup at my tea!"
BY THE SILVER SEA.--Seaside. Tripper--none too clean in appearance--charters bathing machine. Smart-looking schoolboy (about to enter next machine), loq. I say, ma, I wish that dirty fellow wouldn't bathe here.
Mamma. Why, Tommy? If people of that sort were to bathe, they'd be as clean as you, you know.
Tommy (eyeing Tripper closely). Not in once, mamma!
AN APPRECIATION
(Train entering Venice)
Fair American. "Waal, I guess this is where the Adriatic slops over!"]
