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Hope, gave him ^loo for it. He used to take 

 me and "Iris" alternately, one before lunch and 

 the other after. " Iris " g-ot so used to it, that he 

 walked up to his own place in the studio and stood 

 on the mat. 



I used to have lunch with Lady Grant. One 

 night I dined with them, and sat next Little Gilmour. 

 I saw Sir Francis v/atching me, and he said, " I have 

 it ". Next day when I went to the studio, he had 

 painted in my face. 



One day Sir Edwin Landseer came in. He 

 shaded his eyes with his hands and said, " A fine 

 broad piece of painting. Grant ; I should continue 

 that road up to the sky line". "Do it yourself," 

 said Grant. Sir Edwin took a dab of paint on his 

 finger and finished the road. He also said, " I should 

 put some more light behind the horse," and took up 

 a piece of white chalk and made crosses. Sir Francis 

 had painted my hand, holding my cap, very carefully. 

 One day his son. Colonel Grant, came in, and said, 

 " Who ever saw a g^entleman out huntino- without 

 gloves ? " and he painted a dogskin glove on it. 

 When he was painting the reins on " Iris'" bridle, I 



said, " That rein is twisted ". He said, " I am d d 



if I am going to alter it to please you ", Next time 

 I saw it it was altered. 



When I and the horse were finished he had the 

 hounds up in London, and kept them in a loose-box. 

 I used to walk them out in Regent's Park, much to 

 the astonishment of the nursery-maids. When old 

 " Rally wood " was led in, and saw the picture at the 



