THE POMPONIUS EGO DAY 



Jorrocks. ' Did I ? I '11 be as good as my word.' 



Pigg. ( Ords wuns, ard man, fetch hunds on ; 

 does think, thou ard gouk, ar can hit him off o' 

 mysel' ? ' looking back at the hounds all straggling 

 behind Mr. Jorrocks's horse. 



Mr. Jorrocks pockets the rebuke, and bestirs 

 himself to get the hounds on to his huntsman; 

 Pigg trots on, letting them feel for the scent as 

 they go. 



Mr. Jorrocks bumps on, vowing all sorts of 

 vows to Diana, if she will only 'ave the kind- 

 ness to assist him that once. He would give 

 her a hat and feather ! He would give her a 

 swan's-down muff arid tippet ! Nay, he would 

 stand a whole rig-out at Swan and Hedgar's; 

 pettikits, bustle, and all ! 



Pigg's eagle-eye lights up, as a hat is waved 

 near the windmill on the rising ground. 



' Yonder he is ! ' exclaims James, grinning with 

 delight. 



'Yere?' inquires Mr. Jorrocks, all eyes, like 

 Gabriel Junks's tail. 



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