REALLY PLEASANT!
Six miles from home, horse dead lame, awfully tender feet, and horribly tight boots.
"Now, if I jump it, I shall certainly fall off; and if I dismount to open it, I shall never get on again."
This is Jones, who thought to slip down by the rail early in the morning, and have a gallop with the fox hounds. On looking out of window, he finds it is a clear frosty morning. He sees a small boy sliding—actually sliding on the pavement opposite!! and—doesn't he hate that boy—and doesn't he say it is a beastly climate!!