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Sith-Nevermind your hat.  I want to keep her quite steady.  Don't you see that chap down there taking a snapshot at us?
Mrs. S-Of course I do.  That's why I wanted -. Look out, dear, here come the Browns.  They live in the white house just below us, you know. Bow, dear, they're quite nice people.
Smith-He can't steer straight, anyhow-barging us into a beastly patch of chimney smoke like that.
Mrs. S.-Look out, there's a crow coming.  O, do be careful, it's one of those fierce ones.
Smith-Whore, which way-I cannot see it.
Mrs. S.-On your left, He's comi[[ing]] right at us- O-o-o.
Smith-Missed him by a hair, by Jove? Confound those birds, we shall have to exterminate them.
Mrs. S.-That would be rather a pity, too-the children like to see them about. Still we could keep a few in cages for them to look at, couldn't we?  What's it rocking for now?
Smith-That's because you're wriggling again.  You're making it rock.
Mrs. S.-I'm not. I'm absolutely rigid. There's something wrong-I know there is! O, what is it?
Smith-Only a bit of a squall.  Here comes the breeze.  There-now she's shifting.  That's fine, isn't it?
Mrs. S.-Yes, dear.  But I shall be awake all night with earache [[a]]fter this. I've forgotten the cotton-wool again.  Why, there's a bit below.
Sfifth-No, that's a sheep; and look at that little car crawling along.  Aren't you glad I sold ours for this?
Mrs. S.-Yes, dear, for most things, but of course one misses not having the road near to fall on. There now-it's beginning to wobble again.  Do make it stop-there's no wind now.
Smith-Well, I'm trying to-I expect it's that off-wing wants a little oil.
Mrs. S.-That makes it worse! O, we are going-O-o-o.
Smith-For heaven's sake, leave go. How can I see to things with you clinging around my neck? There, she is right again now.
Mrs. S.-I'm sorry, dear, but when it does like that I always think of the children.
Smith-Well, so do I.  But if you are going to lose your head every time we tilt, I shan't bring you up with me again.
Mrs. S.-Don't say that, darling. I couldn't bear to have you come alone, darling.
Smith-Shall we have the sherry and sandwiches now? You've got them haven't you?
Mrs. S.-I had until we began to wobble, then I put them on the little shelf behind.
Smith-There is no little shelf behind. I took it off before we started in order to lighten her. You've dropped them overboard, that's what you have done.
Mrs. S.-I'm so sorry-but I tied them to a gas bag, so we can soon pick them up.
Smith-One gas bag won't keep them both up-there they are, drifting over the ground, just above the road down there.  What's that chap waving for?
Mrs. S.-He's not waving.  He's leaping up and trying to catch them before the float over the wall. It's a poor old tramp. Look, he's got them. He thinks it's a present-he's looking up and taking off his cap to us.  How sweet!
Smith-Very sweet, to drop things overboard like that. You're always doing it.
Mrs. S.-It was quite an accident.  If you are hungry, let's go home and have lunch.
Smith-I'm not particularly hungry.
Mrs. S.-Well, personally, I couldn't touch a bit of anything.  The oscillation always makes me rather queer-and you're looking a little bit green, dear.
Smith - Green?-nonsense-I'm all right-it never has any effect on me. Still, if you you really want me to go home.  I'll take you there at once, of course.
Mrs. S.-thanks you, darling-we've really had a perfect fly, but I should love to lie down a little while on a fixed sofa.-Punch.