One by one they filed off, saying what a delightful evening they had had. Jack Ellison was particularly emphatic, for the beautiful Miss Holden had promised to be his wife. He, for one, will never forget Christmas at Happy-Thought Hall.
[Note.—The originals of the drawings are on sale from the Author at five guineas apiece.]
A. A. M.
Little Tomkins (to Herculean Coalheaver). "Why don't you come up the green a couple o' nights a week an' do a bit o' shootin' an' drillin'? You'd get as fit as a fiddle."
STABLE INFORMATION.
Last winter I wasn't familiar with Brown,
Our intercourse didn't extend