Queen Elizabeth, attended by Ophelia and Xanthippe, was walking along the river-bank.

It was a beautiful autumn day, although, owing to certain climatic peculiarities of Hades, it seemed more like midsummer.

The mercury in the club thermometer was nervously clicking against the top of the crystal tube, and poor Cerberus was having all he could do with his three mouths snapping up the pestiferous little shades of by-gone gnats that seemed to take an almost unholy pleasure in alighting upon his various noses and ears.
Ophelia was doing most of the talking.
"I am sure I have never wished to ride one of them," she said, positively.

"In the first place, I do not see where the pleasure of it comes in, and, in the second, it seems to me as if skirts must be dangerous.

If they should catch in one of the pedals, where would I be ?" "In the hospital shortly, methinks," said Queen Elizabeth.
"Well, I shouldn't wear skirts," snapped Xanthippe.