THE POLITICAL FANCY DRESS BALL AT COVENT GARDEN.
"But," I said, "you have your little holiday, Saturday to Monday, and get out to dinner on off-nights?"
"No," he sighed, "the Minister for Agriculture has no off-nights; and if I go to church at the seaside on a Sunday, the Church-warden in passing round the collection-plate, is sure to steal into my hand a telegram, announcing a fresh outbreak of tuberculosis. As to going out to dinner——"
