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He said that he could see the Zeppelin balanced on its searchlights like 'a sausage on stilts, and when it was directly above them, the top of his 'bus was suddenly cleared of people as if by magic, except for one man who put up an umbrella and 'sat tight. I pitied the conductor, it must have been a terrible experience, his eyes were starting from his head, bulging like a rabbit's, he said he had a wife and baby up Leyton way, and that he was so worried about them that he frequently called out his list of destinations the wrong way round."
Nevertheless were he even to suggest leaving the car he knew his companion would not only be surprised but would instantly voice aloud his consternation, and then, of course, the man behind the newspaper would hear. Still, something must be done. The bus was whizzing on down the avenue, and at any moment his prey might take flight. A mad resolve formed itself in his mind.
"My father?" "YESsuh! POW! he hit 'er! An' you' ma run tell me git doctuh quick 's I kin telefoam she sho' you' pa goin' bus' a blood-vessel. He ain't takin' on 'tall NOW. He ain't nothin' 'tall to what he was 'while ago. You done miss' it, Mist' Bibbs. Doctuh got him all quiet' down, to what he was. POW! he hit'er! Yessuh!" He took Bibbs's coat and proffered a crumpled telegraph form.
Suppose we make a mad dash for a pie-shop." "Come on," said Marjorie, and away they went, through the turnstiles, and out upon Fifth Avenue again. Mr. Maynard hailed a motor-omnibus, and Marjorie carefully climbed the spiral staircase at the back. Her father followed, and sitting up on top of the 'bus, in the crisp, wintry air and bright sunshine, they went whizzing down the avenue.
When Miss Fox-Seton descended from the twopenny bus as it drew up, she gathered her trim tailor-made skirt about her with neatness and decorum, being well used to getting in and out of twopenny buses and to making her way across muddy London streets.
I am too selfish to act as I ought to! Thyrza! That you can be my wife still, when no spark of hope was left to me! ... It did not seem to Lydia that she had waited long when she heard her sister's step on the stairs again. 'I mustn't stay another minute, Thyrza said, going at once to where her hat and cloak lay. 'It will be late before I get home. 'I shall come with you as far as the 'bus.
"The 'bus wouldn't come up from the village at that hour, so I walked. It was great. How are all of you?" he added, wiggling the nosegays in front of their noses. "We're as fine as silk," answered Billie, with a happy laugh. "And it's such fun that you and Percy are here. Papa kept it a secret so as to surprise us, I suppose." "I hope it's a pleasant surprise."
It seemed many years before the 'bus stopped before a brick building full of quart pots, situated upon a gentle eminence sloping to a coal-yard, and the voice of the conductor proclaimed that the place of repose was reached.
Out of his party, four were totally blind, two could recognise dimly the difference between light and darkness, and one had a single good eye. Queen's Hall was reached, by bus, without mishap. After the performance there was tea at an A.B.C. shop. This project was suppressed, but "a silly fool in a top hat threatened to report me for having given my men drink," said Corporal Smith.
The enormous chocolate-coloured la Villette omnibus and the little honey-yellow bus of the Auteuil line went past, almost empty. Hackmen were standing beside their hacks on the sidewalk, or in a group around a comfort station, talking. There were no crowds, no noise, and the great trees gave the square the appearance of the silent mall of a little town.
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