THE DISTRACTIONS OF AN INDISPENSABLE.
Sergeant. "NOW, ME LAD, A SUIT OF MUFTI OR FORTY-FIVE SHILLINGS?" Tommy. "OO, LUMME! I'LL PAY THE FINE."
GALLERY PLAY.
It wasn't till Panmore noticed its absence on his return from France that I remembered the little oil painting which I had left at the Ferndale Gallery on sale or return, during the early days of the War, when my financial outlook was bad.
Panmore said he had always wanted to buy it, but hadn't liked to ask me if I would part with it. I assured him that excess even of delicacy was a mistake and that I would try to get the picture back.
So I wrote to the Gallery thus:—