It was my birthday yesterday. Jane's uncle sent me a handsome silver-mounted walking-stick. "It is the only thing I can think of that requires no endowment," he wrote. "Pavements are supplied by the County Council, and you have an umbrella-stand."
I should like to use it across his back.
First Lady. "I see the master cutting a dash this morning. Nobody wouldn't think he was hard up."
Second Lady. "Lor' bless yer, no! Since this 'ere Merrytorium come in he walks down the high street in front of all the shops as though he didn't owe 'em a penny."
MR. PUNCH'S HOLIDAY STORIES.
IV.—In the Highland Forests.