"--_Evening Paper_.
Now that the enemy has given away the secret of our new weapon the
CENSOR might let us know more of our flying Tanks.
* * * * *
"Prisoner then seized her round the throat with both hands and
hit her on the head with a steel case-opener."--_Daily Paper_.
Which, presumably, he carried in his teeth.
* * * * *
THE SUNFLOWER.
"Have you," said Francesca, "seen our sunflowers lately?"
"Yes," I said, "I've kept an eye on them occasionally. It's a bit
difficult, by the way, not to see them, isn't it?"
"Well," she said, "perhaps they are rather striking."
"Striking!" I said. "I never heard a more inadequate word. I call them
simply overwhelming--the steam-rollers of the vegetable world. Look at
their great yellow open faces."
"I never," said Francesca, "saw a steam-roller with a face. You're
mixing your metaphors."
"And," I said, "I shall go on mixing them as long as you grow
sunflowers. It's the very least a man can do by way of protest."
"I don't know why you should want to protest. The seed makes very good
chicken-food."
"Yes, I know," I said, "that's what you always said."
"And I bet," she said, "you've repeated it.
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