Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 101, July 18, 1891 by Various
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_Miss F.B._ (_with as much conviction as possible under the
circumstances_). And the silence deepened; no creature stirred in the stagnant hush, and the only sound Was the far-off lumbering jolt, produced by the prairie rolling for leagues around! _Soc. Chat._ (_crescendo_). Oh, an old aunt of mine has gone in for step-dancing--she's had several lessons ... and cut her knees rather badly, y'know, so I put her out to grass ... and now she can sit up and hold a biscuit on her nose ... but she really ought to mix a little grey in her wig! [_&c. &c., to the distraction of the Unsophisticated Guest, who is getting quite interested in LOBELIA BANGS whom he suddenly discovers, much to his surprise, on horseback._ _Miss F.B._ And on we cantered, without a word, in the midday heat, on our swift mustangs. I was only ignorant Cowboy CLEM--but I worshipped bright LOBELIA BANGS! _Soc. Chat._ (_fortissimo_). Not for ages; but last time I met him he was ... in a dreadful state, with the cook down with influenza ... and so I suppose he's _married_ her by this time! _Miss F.B._ (_excitedly_). |
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