Then again, there is the story of the 'bus that went mad, just as it was leaving its burrow at Dalston.

It got the idea that the kindly public was its enemy.

You should have seen the astonishment of Liverpool Street and the Bank as it rushed by them.

Old ladies about to ask it whether it went to Clapham--its label said it was bound for Barnes--stood aghast, and their questions died on their lips.

Policemen put up their hands against it,--it ran over them.