HERE'S ONE.
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With a horrid thump in its engine, the lorry was lumbering along for the nearest garage at, say, Exton. The driver had had pretty nearly enough of it, and he wanted his tea. His mate grumbled that the knock made his "ead ache." Neither of them knew the road, and Exton seemed as far off as ever. "'Ow far to Exton?" asked the driver of a stranger. . "Matter a' two mile," was the reply;, " straight on."
After they had racketed -arong for—it seemed— much more than two miles, the lorry was again pulled up, and the same question was put to another wayfarer:— "'Ow far to Exton ? "
"Oh somewhere about a couple o' miles." After another long and painful struggle past mile stones, a third stranger was accosted: • "Are we anywhere near Exton? " "Somewhere about two mile," was the reply. "limy, Bill! said the driver to hie mate, " we seem to be 'olding our own, don't we'!"