I had hardly grasped the significance of these figures when the crowd surged up over the lawn. In a few brief, heartfelt words I thanked them. The greatest moment of my life—should never forget this kind appreciation on the part of those amongst whom I had lived, and amidst whom I hoped to die—wished them all a merry Christmas and good night. And so—they went—home.
The most curious point remains to be noticed. Mrs. Letham Havitt and Mrs. Arble March tied for the last place. The Returning Officer declined to give a casting vote. Oar Parish Council is to consist of seven Members. The first six are easy enough to find out. The latest Mudford puzzle is—Find the seventh.
I had nearly forgotten to add that my wife (who comes home to-morrow) has written to say she hopes I'm satisfied now. Well, I am.
CAUTIOUS.
Visitor (at out-of-the-way Inn in the North). "Do you know anything about Salmon-poaching in this neighbourhood?"
Landlady (whose son is not above suspicion). "Eh—no, Sir. Maybe it's a new style of Cooking as we haven't heard of in these parts, as you see, Sir, we only do our Eggs that way; and"—(brightening up)—"if you like 'em, I can get you a dish at once!"