AROUND THE CAMP FIRE.
“I say, what’s a gav mush?”
“Tell us what a baulo is.”
“You don’t know what a hotchi is, do you?”
And so on until one of the women was obliged to quiet them in order that she might be heard.
“Lor’,” said she, “I could do with a hotchi (hedgehog) to-night, couldn’t you, Rye? But p’r’aps you ain’t never tasted one.”
Here, a merry, laughing girl with a mischievous twinkle in her eye interposed, saying:—