Most exciting."
"Do you mean to say you were walking about the house last night all by
yourself?" Aunt Angela exclaimed in horror.
Miss Brown shook her grey head. "Oh, no, not by myself. Our sympathetic
young friend had a touch of insomnia himself for once and was good enough
to keep me company." She smiled sweetly in my direction. "He was _most_
entertaining. I've been chuckling ever since."
PATLANDER.
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[Illustration: _Urchin_ (_who has been "moved on" by emaciated policeman_).
"AIN'T YER GOT A COOK ON YOUR BEAT?"]
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OUR SPARTAN EDITORS.
"WANTED: THE CAT. By Horatio Bottomley."--_John Bull._
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MARDI GRAS.
(_With the British Army in France._)
"Have you reflected, _mon chou_," said M'sieur Bonneton, complacently
regarding the green carnations on his carpet-slippers, "that to-morrow is
Mardi Gras?"
"I have," replied Madame shortly.
"One may expect then, _ma petite,_ that there will be _crepes_ for dinner?"
"With eggs at twelve francs the dozen?" said Madame decidedly. "One may
not."
On any other matter M'sieur would probably have taken his wife's decision
as final, but he had a consuming passion for _crepes_, and was moreover a
diplomat.
"_La vie chere!_" he said sadly; "it cuts at the very vitals of
hospitality.
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