Room, and--

_Radical Reformer_ (_disappointed_). Glad to hear it, again, I'm sure,
though that also is unusual. Your house, now--rather, I ought to call
it, your hovel, perhaps--lets in the rain badly--reeks with damp--only
one room, and that a pigstye, eh?

_Rural Labourer_ (_offended_). Come now, don't you call my house a
pigstye! Three good rooms, and not a bit o' damp or dirt about it.

_Radical Reformer_. Then the wages are low, and a tyrannical landlord
refuses allotments, eh?

_Rural Labourer_. Allotments! I could have as many as I wanted for the
asking. But there--I _didn't_ want 'em, y'see, and I _didn't_ ask.

_Radical Reformer_ (_gravelled_). Then would you explain to me what is
the _real_ reason of your determination to quit the country for Town?

_Rural Labourer_ (_surprised_). Why, don't you know? _There was only
one collection and one delivery of letters daily!_ I couldn't stand
_that_, of course. I expect I shall find more in Lunnon. Good-day!

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[Illustration: LE KHÉDIVE EST MORT! VIVE LE KHÉDIVE!

_British Lion_. "I HELPED YOUR FATHER AND I'LL STAND BY _YOU_."]

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