_Length of Ramble._--Doubtful. Has only been done in sections.
MISS-GUIDED FOLKS IN PARIS.--Evidently those who are personally conducted by "Lady Guides."
_Pedestrian._ "How far is it to Sludgecombe, boy?"
_Boy._ "Why, 'bout twenty 'underd theausan' mild 'f y' goo 's y'are agooin' now, an' 'bout half a mild 'f you turn right reaound an' goo t'other way!!"]
[Illustration: _Traveller._ "Can you direct me to Hollow Meadows?"
_Hodge_ (_who stutters frightfully_). "Ye-ye-ye-yes. You t-t-t-t-take the f-f-f-first t-t-t-t-turning on th-the right, and ku-ku-ku-keep straight on ower th' b-b-b-brig. Bu-bub-bub-but you'd bub-bub-bub-better be gu-gu-gu-gangin' on. You'll gu-gu-get there quicker th-th-th-than I can t-t-t-tell you!"]
[Illustration: MUCH PLEASANTER FOR ALFRED
_Constance_ (_adding the last straw_). "There, darling! I hope I've forgotten nothing. And oh, Alfred! how much, _much_ pleasanter to carry our things ourselves, and be alone together, than to have a horrid servant trotting behind us, and listening to every word we say!"]
[Illustration: SOMETHING FROM THE PROVINCES
_Excursionist_ (_politely_). "Can you kindly direct me the nearest way to Slagley?"
_Powerful Navvy._ "Ah can poonch th' head o' thee!"
_Famous Pianist._ "Himmel! how hot it is! I really think I might just have half an inch cut off--just round the nape of my neck you know. Just _thinned_ a little----"
_His Agent._ "Out of the question, my boy. Remember clause seven in the agreement--'Your hair not to be cut till the last concert in Australia is over'!"]
_British Tourist_ (_who has been served with a pig's foot_). "What's this? I ordered quail!"
_British Tourist._ "Quail! Why a quail's a bird!"
Come, Phyllis, for the season is already on the wane, And the question of our holiday perplexes once again; Now every jaded Londoner fresh stores of vigour seeks, Our problem is how best to pass these few and fleeting weeks.
As one by one each watering-place we call to mind in turn As promptly some objection to each one we discern; Thus Scarborough's too chilly, and Ilfracombe too hot, And this too near, and that too dear, that sandy and this not.
The Alps are always overrun and crowded as Cheapside, And the garlic-reeking South I own I never could abide; The _Bads_--Aix, Vichy, Taunus, Homburg, Carlsbad, Neuenahr, Are either vulgar, crowded, dull, expensive, or too far.