AN UNWELCOME VISITOR.
TALK OF A MAD DOG, INDEED!—WHAT'S THAT TO A WET ISLE OF SKYE TERRIER UNDER THE BREAKFAST TABLE ON A HUNTING MORNING, AMONGST THE NICE CLEAN TOPS AND BUCKSKINS?
[A Favourite Lawn Meet—and not a moment to spare.
JUVENILE WISDOM.
Florence. "——AND HOW OLD IS YOUR PONY, FRED?"
Fred. "WELL, I DON'T KNOW, EXACTLY—BUT ROBERT THINKS HE IS ABOUT FOURTEEN YEARS!"
Florence. "OH!—THEN I SUPPOSE HE WILL VERY SOON BE A HORSE!"