Though she was old she wasn't by any means incapable of supporting
herself; and at the fresh, youthful age of seventy-nine she went into
the business of providing teas for perspiring cyclists, and storing the
cycles of those travellers who decided that they had better return by
train. Her first customers were four young men who left their cycles in
her charge while they explored the neighborhood. For each cycle she gave
them a ticket with a number upon it.
Late at night the tourists returned.
The old woman led them to their cycles with a smile of self-satisfaction
on her face.
"You'll know which is which," she told them, "because I've fastened
duplicate tickets on them."
They gratefully thanked her; and when they found their cycles they
discovered that the tickets were neatly pinned into each back tire!