DRIVEN IN STYLE 



It was useless for us to thrust our heads out of the window, 

 like "Bunny come to town"/ the frightful clatter of an 

 arrest, a grunt, and a start at fresh speed were the only 

 result. We trembled in every limb and so did the poor 

 horse, as we were at last flung out in front of our hotel 

 with a jerk that nearly broke the bottom of the cab 

 in two. 



We tendered what we knew to be considerably more than 

 the fare. The driver surveyed it and looked at us, then 

 rolled a disgusted glance back to the coins, and dropped 

 them into his pocket. 



"Is that all? And me afther dhriving you in such 

 style!" 



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