de to
Collingwood, and part of the way back, the latter at the suggestion
of Hickey Bangs. If I were as plucky for my size as that little
fellow is, I could face a regiment. He got the prisoner safely
caged, which is the proper thing to say about gaol birds. I came
down with him and his select party this morning, meeting Captain
and Mrs. Thomas and The Crew on the way. They wanted me to go on a
cruise. The kindness of the whole Carruthers family is like the
widow's curse; it's inexhaustible. Having been badly sold, however,
over a Lamb, and cheap, too, I was not eligible for more sail. I
write this, Wilks, more in sorrow than in anger, but I do hanker
after those jolly Bridesdale days. Mrs. Marsh received me
cordially, but not in character; she was the reverse of martial.--

"Really, Farquhar, this is very terrible," said Miss Du Plessis,
laughing; "I hardly know whether to go on. Who knows what dreadful
things may be before us?"

"The taste, Cecile, is shocking; otherwise any child might read his
letters."

"I left off at 'martial.'"

I went to the office, very unlike the Squire's, and pulled White
_off his_ stool before he knew I was there. He told me I had just
come in the nick of time, for he wants to go to some forsaken
watering place down the Gulf--as Madame Lajeunesse said "Law
baw"--and that immediately. So, I get my two weeks next month, by
which time I hope to have got that next of kin matter straightened
out. Then, if I'm let, I'll go up and have my _golf_ with Mr. Errol
on his links. How are his links matrimonial progressing, and
Perrowne's, not to mention those of Ben Toner, Timotheus, yourself,
and other minor personages? Will you commission me to buy the ring?--

"Really, dear, I think I must stop."

"Please do not, dear; there is not much more, is there?"

"Not much, but it is so personal!"

The York Pioneers are having an exhibition of antiques; couldn't
you get somebody to send down our two knapsacks, it seems such an
age since we started them? Ask Miss Du Plessis and Miss Carmichael
what they meant giggling at them at the Brock Street station and on
the train that Tuesday morning.--

"Farquhar, did he, did you think it was Marjorie and I who did that,
what he calls giggling?"

"I certainly never thought you did, and I think it is only his banter."

"Neith