All Clear.

An elderly woman with her granddaughter came down to the railway station. Evidently she was not used to travelling. She looked anxiously about the station, and then walked up to the ticket office and inquired:—

“When does the next train go to town, please?”

“The next train, madam,” said the clerk, looking at his watch, “goes at exactly four o'clock.”

“Will that be the first train?”

“Yes, madam, the first train.”

“Are there any goods trains?”

“No, madam.”

“Is there a special.”

“No madam, no special.”

“If there happened to be a special, would you be aware of it?”

“Yes, madam.”

“Well, I'm very glad—very glad,” said the lady. “Now, Susan, you and I may cross the line.”

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