Hare and Hounds—and may their Shadows never grow less.—Mrs. Miniver.
"How exhausted they look, poor fellows! Fancy doing that sort of thing for mere pleasure!" Little Timpkins (his bosom swelling with national pride). "Ah, but it's all through doing that sort of thing for mere pleasure, mind you, that we English are—what we are!"
[Bully for little Timpkins!
HARE AND HOUNDS—AND DONKEY