This sentimentle little Animal is a most wonderfull disscriber—full of gaugeous colours. She has a terrible fassinating kind of hero who goes out to battle talking several langwages with a gardeeniya and lavinder kid gloves on and carrying a ormerlew lunch-basket inlade with plovers eggs. He makes little rings with his cigerret smoke while he conkuers the enemy. He is a mixture of Sandow and Cupid and Bobby Spencer and Richard Curdyleong. She is very kind hearted to other Animals. She was thought rather risky for girls-schools sometime ago untill all the Mrs Tankyrays started dragging their "parsts" about—then it didn't matter
The Tree
No 45.
(Mr. Beerbohm Tree.)
Isnt he nice and willowy. It takes a very clothes study of anattemy to draw pessitions like this.
