M. intimates that he is no novice in the art of
driving, which is fairly true as regards a pony-trap--and the
fears of the_ T.L. _are allayed._
_Photographer_. Now, steady all, please, those at the further ends of
the seats stand up so as to come into the picture, a little more to
the right, please, the gentleman in the straw 'at, turn your 'ead a
trifle more towards the camera, the lady in the pink shirt,--that's
better. Better take off your spectacles, Sir. Now then--are you ready?
_A Comic Exc._ 'Old on a bit--I've a fly on my nose.
[_Some of the party giggle; the photograph is successfully
taken, and the car proceeds._
_The Driver_. On your left, Ladies and Gentlemen, you have the
Prison--the cheapest Hotel in the Island for parties who intend making
a protracted stay here. On our right we are now passing "Paradise."
You will observe that someone has 'ung his 'at and coat up at
the entrance, not being certain of getting in. Notice the tree in
front--the finest specimen on the island of the good old Guernsey
hoak.
[_He keeps turning from time to time to address these
instructive remarks to the passengers behind him._
_The Timid Lady._ I wish he wouldn't talk so much, and look more where
he is going--we're _much_ too near the hedge!
_Driver_ (_standing up, and turning his back on the horses, as they
trot on_).
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