rter
him), his long hair--his beautiful eye. He is a first chop article
that; but, oh Lord, he is too shockin' fat altogether. He is like Mother
Gary's chickens, they are all fat and feathers. A wick run through 'em
makes a candle. This critter is all hair and blubber, if he goes too
near the grate, he'll catch into a blaze and set fire to the house.

"There's our friend the host with cap and gold tassel on, ridin' on
his back, and there's his younger brother, (that died to Cambridge from
settin' up all night for his degree, and suppin' on dry mathematics, and
swallerin' "Newton" whole) younger brother like, walkin' on foot, and
leadin' the dog by the head, while the heir is a scoldin' him for not
goin' faster.

"Then, there is an old aunty that a forten come from. She looks like a
bale o' cotton, fust screwed as tight as possible, and then corded hard.
Lord, if they had only a given her a pinch of snuff, when she was full
dressed and trussed, and sot her a sneezin', she'd a blowed up, and the
fortin would have come twenty years sooner.

"Yes, it's a family pictur, indeed, they are all family picture. They
are all fine animals, but over fed and under worked.

"Now it's up and take a turn in the gardens. There is some splendid
flowers on that slope. You and the galls go to look at 'em, and jist as
you get there, the grass is juicy from the everlastin' rain, and awful
slippy; up go your heels, and down goes stranger on the broad of his
back, slippin' and slidin' and coastin' right down the bank, slap over
the light mud-earth bed, and crushin' the flowers as flat as a pancake,
and you yaller ochered all over, clean away from the scruff of your
neck, down to the tip eend of your heel. The galls larf, the helps larf,
and the, bed-room maid larfs; and who the plague can blame them? Old
Marm don't larf though, because she is too perlite, and besides, she's
lost her flowers, and that's no larfin' matter; and you don't larf,
'cause you feel a little the nastiest you ever did, and jist as near
like a fool as to be taken for one, in the dark, that's a fact.

"Well, you renew the outer man, and try it agin, and it's look at the
stable and hosses with Sir Host, and the dogs, and the carriages,
and two American trees, and a peacock, and a guinea hen, and a gold
pheasant, and a silver pheasant, and all that, and then lunch. Who the
plague can eat lunch, that's only jist breakfasted?

"So away goes lunch, and off goes you and the