"When I heard of the accident, of course, as in duty bound, I wrote an anxious letter of affectionate enquiry and condolence. At the same period, seeing an advertisement in the Times—'To be sold, warranted sound, a gray-mare, very fast, and carries a lady; likewise a bay-cob, quiet to ride or drive, and has carried a lady'—I was so tickled with the co-incidence, that I cut it out, and sent it to her in an envelope."
"Prime! by Jove!"—shouted Mr. Crobble—"But, I say, Wallis—you should have sent her a 'duck' too, as a symbolical memorial of her accident!"
CHAPTER X.—The Pic-Nic.
—-had just spread out their prog on a clean table-cloth, when they were alarmed by the approach of a cow.
—-had just spread out their prog on a clean table-cloth, when they were alarmed by the approach of a cow.
"PEOPLE should never undertake to do a thing they don't perfectly understand," remarked Mr. Crobble, "they're sure to make fools o' themselves in the end. There's Tom Davis, (you know Tom Davis?) he's always putting his notions into people's heads, and turning the laugh against 'em. If there's a ditch in the way, he's sure to dare some of his companions to leap it, before he overs it himself; if he finds it safe, away he springs like a greyhound."
"Exactly him, I know him," replied Mr. Timmis; "that's what he calls learning to shave upon other people's chins!"
"Excellent!" exclaimed Mr. Wallis.