[_The conversation, notwithstanding its brilliancy, is beginning to flag--when the car is boarded by a stalwart good-looking man, carrying a banjo, and wearing a leather shoulder-belt with "GREEN the Guide" in brass letters upon it; the Elderly Gentleman, and most of the Ladies welcome him with effusion, while the Younger Men appear to resent his appearance._ _The Mor. M._ (_sotto voce_). If he's going to play that old instrument of torture, I shall _howl_, that's all! _Green the Guide_ (_in a deep baritone voice_). Well, Ladies and Gentlemen, I congratulate you upon having a fine day for our excursion. My glass went up three feet this morning. _The Morose Man_ (_aggressively_). Was there whiskey inside it? _Green the Guide_. No, Sir, it would have gone down suddenly if there had been. (_The_ Elderly G. _asks for a song_.) I shall be delighted to entertain you to the best of my ability. What would you like to have? _The Mor. M._ None of your songs--give us an imitation--of a deaf and dumb man. _Green the G._ (_with perfect good-humour_). I shall be happy to do the deaf man, Sir,--if you'll help me by doing the dumb. (_The_ Mor. M. _begins to feel that he had better leave_ GREEN the Guide _alone._) Well, Ladies and Gentlemen, I'll sing you a good old-fashioned hunting-song, and I'll ask you to join me in the Chorus. [_He sings "We'll all go out hunting to-day!"_ _The Mor. M._ (_after the First Verse_). The beggar don't sing so badly. I will say _that_ for him! (_After the Third._) Capital voice he has! Rattling good Chorus, too! "Join the glad throng that goes laughing along, and we'll all go a-hunting to-day!" (_At the end._) Bravo! encore! encore! [_His good-humour is suddenly and miraculously restored._ _Green the G._ (_in a tone of instruction_). You will notice that the thistle is very abundant just here, Ladies and Gentlemen. The reason of _that_, is that some years ago a vessel was wrecked on this part of the coast which was sailing from Scotland with a cargo of thistledown. (_Outcry of incredulity_.) If you don't believe me, ask the Coachman. _The Coachman_ (_stolidly_). It's a fact, Gentlemen, I assure you.