"London's wonderfully unchanged.

You been out long ?" "September the second," was the cheerful reply.

"I keep on getting promised a week but I can't bring it off." "He's such a nut with the telephones," the man by his side explained, helping himself to marmalade.

"The General positively can't spare him." "Oh, chuck it!" the other exclaimed in disgust.

"What about you ?--the only man with an eye to a Heaven-ordained gun position, as old Wattles declared one day.