_On the Car is, among others, an Elderly Gentleman, in a tall hat, with a quantity of wraps; a Stout Shopkeeper, with a stouter Wife; a Serious Commercial Traveller, and a couple of young "Shop-ladies"; a Morose Young Man, who has "got out of bed the wrong side" that morning, and another, who has begun his potations rather early, and is in the muzzily talkative mood. The Car is one of a long string of similar vehicles, and is proceeding at a rapid rate along one of the winding roads._ _The Muzzy Man_. Frivolous, am I? Well, we _came_ 'ere to be frivolous--to a certain extent. Am I out of the way in anything I've said? Because I woke this morning with a dry month, and I don't mind saying I've had a little drop o' brandy since. _His Neighbour_. You might let people find out that for themselves, _I_ should think! _The Muzzy M._ No--I like to be honest and straightforward, I do. I don't want to be out of the _way_, you understand. _The Shopkeeper's Wife_ (_to her Neighbour_). This is a pretty part of the road we're on now--but, lor! there's nothing 'ere to come up to the Isle of Man. Douglas, now--that _is_ a nice place, with all them Music Halls! And the scenery--why, I'm sure I felt sometimes as if I _must_ stop, just to _look_ at it! _The Muzzy Man_. I consider scenery we're coming to most beautiful I've seen for--for miles around. [_He goes to sleep._ [Illustration: "An elderly Gentleman, in a tall hat, with a quantity of wraps."] _The Shopkeeper_ (_to the Elderly G., who is shifting and turning about uneasily_). Lost anything, Sir? _The E.G._ No--thank you, no. I was looking to see whether GREEN the Guide was on the car. (_Shouts of laughter are heard from the car behind._) Ah, _that's_ GREEN the Guide! I wish he'd come on our oar--very amusing fellow, Sir--capital company! _The Morose M._ (_to the Young Lady 'on his Left_) Who's GREEN the Guide? _The Y.L._ Oh, don't you know? He comes with the cars and makes jokes and all that. I hope he'll come to us. _The Mor. M._ _I_ don't. I can do that sort of thing for myself if I want to, I hope. [_With a scowl._ _The Y.L._ Well, there's no harm in _hoping_! _The Serious Comm. T._ (_to his neighbour--one of the Shop-ladies_). So you come from Birmingham? Dear me, now. I used to be there very often on business at one time. Do you know the Rev. Mr. PODGER there? A good old gentleman, he is. I used to attend his Chapel regular--most improving discourses he used to give us. I am fond of a good Sermon, aren't you? &c. [_He imagines--not altogether correctly--that he is producing an agreeable impression._ _A Young Man in a Frock-coat, Canvas-shoes, and Cloth-cap._ Scarborough? Yes, I've _been_ there--but I don't care about it much. You have to _dress_ such a lot there, y' know, and I like to come out just as I am!