A seven-course dinner is certainly more than we can afford in England.
"IT'S AN ILL WIND ..."
Old Cock Grouse. "I see they've all gone shooting eagles."
THE PRIVATE VIEW.
I take train home every evening from one of our best stations. Crowned heads fairly tumble over one another there in their anxiety to get a first glimpse of London. Personages are matters of daily arrival.
The other night I reached my station just as a Personage was due. A drive led from his platform to the outside world. On one side of it were lined up the public six deep. On the other side of it was the left luggage office. Four policemen saw to it that no person crossed to the other side except on business.