W. Pett Ridge

“ It seems that dancing is not Miss Extra-Turn's forte. She sways gently to and fro, but it is only a movement, and there is no excuse for Shrill Treble's prompt request of "Over, over." Nothing, it is clear, is further from her thoughts than a somersault. ”

“ Back cloth presents a rather noble mansion, with gravel paths encircling a flower plot of amazing richness of colour, and a waterfall and a rustic bridge, and a youthful pair, arm-in-arm, looking into each other's eyes with much tenderness. ”

“ It shouts it with amazing enthusiasm; at the third line of the refrain it winks as one man. When Miss Extra-Turn bows herself finally off there is much uproar. Above it all the voice of Shrill Treble insistently as one armed with authority—
"’Ornpipe, 'ornpipe."
The attendant comes heavily down the gangway. He taps Shrill Treble on the shoulder.
"You're a bit too funny," says the attendant critically. "Shunt!"
And takes his shoulder. Shrill Treble, resigning himself to the inevitable with excellent tact, affects to take from his pocket a non-existent watch of surpassing value. ”