I heard a woman in a ’bus boring her lover about the electric light. She
wanted to know this and that, and the poor lover was helpless. Then she
said she wanted to know how it was regulated. At last she settled down
by saying that she knew it was in its infancy. The word “infancy” seemed
to have a soothing effect upon her, for she said no more but, leaning her
head against her lover’s shoulder, composed herself to slumber.