The way they take air raids in England is illustrated by the following
conversation from _Punch_:
"Just ask Dr. Jones to run round to my place right away. Our cook's
fallen downstairs--broke her leg; the housemaid's got chicken-pox, and
my two boys have been knocked down by a taxi."
"I'm sorry, sir, but the doctor was blown up in yesterday's air raid,
and he won't be down for a week."