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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.