The Charlie Chaplin Book

“Tell me where you came from, you beautiful angel!”

Well, I lose!” he said.

Mother and daughter looked blankly at each other and then at him.

“Lose what?” asked the girl.

“One, two, three, four,” he counted its revolutions, and when he had got up to “twenty-three” he let the blow go.

It was a girl, on whom his serenely roving gaze had just rested. She was a peach! And she was coming that way. Charlie straightened his frayed necktie, smoothed back his hair at either side of his forehead, and put on his most winning smile.

“Whither away, little one?” he inquired, as she passed.

The girl stopped to look him slowly up and down with a sc

“Scush me!” thickly echoed the “souse,” recovering his own hat and replacing it on his head likewise.

And then they both started off in opposite directions.

Their trolleys being still tangled, the hat of each was jerked off his head again as they moved apart.

He took a bite of the banana. Then, forgetting that he had just done so, he took another bite. The result was a collision between both mouthfuls. One of them had to go. It did