"Lend us a 'and wiv this, will yer, Mister? Muvver wants 'im 'ome and 'e's that 'eadstrong!"
THE CRITIC AT THE R.A.
"Talking of treacle pudding," said Felicity, helping that delicacy with a grace and skill that would have demanded the entire concentration of one less gifted—"talking of treacle pudding, I suppose you've done the Academy?"
"Not yet," I confessed.
She looked at me reproachfully.
"Dear, dear," she sighed, "when will the British Public awaken to the claims of Art? We haven't either."