Across the counter, packed with its curious
stock, I saw Monsieur Joseph, with shirt-sleeves rolled up, gravely
handing a stick of chocolate to a child, and taking its sou in return.
In the diminutive kitchen behind sat a little white-haired old lady with
such a look of content on her face as I have rarely seen.
Then suddenly I found myself back again in the London restaurant.
"Yes," I said to the waiter, "it is possible, as you say, that Monsieur
Joseph heard of something better in France."
And raising my glass I drank a silent toast.
* * * * *
[Illustration: THE TUBER'S REPARTEE.
GERMAN PIRATE. "GOTT STRAFE ENGLAND!"
BRITISH POTATO. "TUBER UeBER ALLES!"]
* * * * *
[Illustration: _Crowd_. "WOULD YER LIKE TO GO TO HORSPITAL?"--"SHALL I
GET YER A DROP OF BRANDY?"--"DID YER SLIP ON THE BANANA-PEEL?" "DID YER
FALL?"--"ARE YER HURT, SIR?"--"SHALL I FETCH A DOCTOR?"--"IS THAT YOUR
HAT, SIR?"
_Ex-Cabinet Minister_. "THE ANSWERS TO ONE, TWO, FIVE AND SIX ARE IN THE
NEGATIVE; TO THREE, FOUR AND SEVEN IN THE AFFIRMATIVE.
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