[62] The refrain of a nursery song,—
“Go no more to the wood, for all the laurels are cut.”
[63] The long floating ends of the neck ribbons.
[64] The Parisian play-writer’s English exhibits all the typical
peculiarities noted above. We have our ideal, if not typical,
Frenchman, little less truthful perhaps—taken from refugees and
excursionists, from the close-cropped, dingy denizen of Leicester
Square; our tourist suits, heavy pedestrian toots, “wide-awakes,” and
faded fashions, used up in travel—all these things are put down to
insular peculiarities.