_Captain_. It does not matter. I drink lemonade.

_L. of C._ A doom descends upon this house, I fear;
That was the only bottle left us here.

_Enter_ Herald.

_Herald_. The Colonel comes. Let no ill-omened word
Escape the barrier of your teeth. I heard
Men say his temper's in an awful state;
Therefore beware lest some untoward fate
Befall you; and--I do not think I'll wait.

_Enter_ Colonel.

_He sees empty whisky-bottle, looks at Staff Officer, and--_

[_Here the fragment leaves off._

* * * * *

"Turnouts. Odd colour miniature pony, 36in. high, used to
children, coming 5 years, and Swiss governess and brown
harness; can be seen any time, a miniature lot; £25."--_The
Bazaar, Exchange and Mart_.

It may be right to turn out aliens, but is not this rather hard on the
miniature Swiss Governess?