xies of the wood
Come thronging round him while he putts;
They do his game no kind of good
But many an unseen toadstool-hood
Their craft unshuts;
They turn his eye-balls to and fro
And make marsh-lanterns round him glow;
He is all off, whilst I am--oh!
One of the nuts.
The gossips by the club-room fire
Applaud my game with constant din:
"Approach-work never was so dire,
No mashies on this earth expire
So near the tin;
You ought to watch his tee-shots whizz
At number nine. Hot stuff he is.
The captain's lunar vase is his,
If he goes in."
And so I do. My argent sphere
Goes speeding through the night's opaque;
No hazards of the sand I fear,
The heavenly huntress keeps me clear
Of thorn and brake;
Not Dionysus' spotted ounce
More featly on the sward may bounce;
I hover like a hawk at pounce,
Putt out----and wake.
EVOE.
* * * * *
Spring Fashions.
"A waistcoat of tan and a limp lawn collar flowing over the
shoulders make a good suit."
_Times._
* * * * *
ORANGES AND LEMONS.
VI.--THE RECORD OF IT.
"I shall be glad to see Peter again," said Dahlia, as she folded up her
letter from home.
Peter's previous letter, dictated to his nurse-secretary, had, according
to Archie, been full of good things. Cross-examination of the proud
father, however, had failed to reveal anything more stirring than "'I
love mummy,' and--er--so on."
We were sitting in the loggia after what I don't call breakfast--all of
us except Simpson, who was busy with a mysterious package. We had not
many days left; and I was beginning to feel that, personally, I should
not be sorry to see things like porridge again. Each to his taste.
"The time has passed absurdly quickly," said Myra. "We don't seem to
have done _anything_--except enjoy ourselves. I mean anything specially
Rivierish.' But it's been heavenly."
"We've done lots of Rivierish things," I protested. "If you'll be quiet
a moment I'll tell you some."
These were some of the things;
(1) We had been to the Riviera. (Nothing could take away from that. We
had the labels on our luggage.)
(2) We had lost heavily (thirty francs) at the Tables. (This alone
justified the journey.)
(3) Myra had sat next to a Prince at lunch. (Of course she might have
done this in
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