"Oh, I'm doing very well, thank you, Mr. Mogridge. And how is the old 'Swan'?" "Same as ever and no dropping off in the quality of the drinks. Still, I fear it's going down. I'm afraid it will never be quite the same as it was in the days of Ting-A-ling-A-ling," and here Mr. Mogridge placed his hands upon his hips and roared with laughter at that ancient joke. THE END End of Project Gutenberg's The City in the Clouds, by C. Ranger Gull