At least, I hope so. Find my latch-key
is of no use, on account of the chain being up. Ring angrily, when
a charwoman in a bonnet appears, and explains that the servants,
not expecting me home so early, have gone to the play, having
locked up the larder. Charwoman agrees with me that it is
disgraceful--especially the locking up of the larder.
However, it can't be helped. Make up my mind to go to bed, and get
fast asleep, thoroughly tired out with the labours of a day spent
in doing absolutely nothing! Hope (in my dreams) that Dr. MORTIMER
GRANVILLE will be satisfied!
* * * * *
"OUR CHILDREN'S EARS."
Whether they'll be as long as those of Midas,
Or stand out salient from either side as
A close-cropped ARRY's, at right angles set
To his flat jowl, we cannot settle, yet;
But in one thing, at least, a score they'll chalk--
They will not hear the stuff their fathers talk!
* * * * *
DEFINITION.--"_La haute Cuisine_"--the kitchen on the top flat of a
ten-storey'd mansion.
* * * * *
[Illustration: AN INSINUATING WHISPER.
'JUST LOOK, LAURA! WHAT A LOVELY LITTLE DOG THAT OLD GENTLEMAN'S GOT!
HOW I WISH HE WAS MINE!" 'SHALL OI _GIT_ 'IM FOR YER, LYDY?"]
* * * * *
"HAVE WE FORGOTTEN GORDON?"
[Lord TENNYSON, under this heading, writes appealing to
Englishmen for subscriptions to the funds of the "Gordon Boys'
Home" at Woking, which is in want of L40,000.
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