FROM THE "SPECTATOR." 175 



changed. He assumed a brisk and cheerful 

 demeanour, joyfully accepted the hitherto 

 rejected offering, and running merrily through 

 the open door, disappeared swiftly a few 

 yards off round the corner of the building. 

 Inside the room I ran as quickly to a 

 window, whence I could view his proceed- 

 ings, and there watched him while he de- 

 posited the hated morsel on the ground, dug 

 a hole in the flower-bed, and buried it. His 

 jaunty, triumphant air as he returned I shall 

 never forget. 



F. E. WYNNE. 



