The Chirpmgtons of Larkley Hall. 



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light-weight hunter — all three going as straight as a line, 

 and throwing the fences behind them like a school-girl does 

 a skipping-rope. 



On come the laggards, powdering along like a regiment 

 of cavalry, but unless there is a check soon, their chance of 

 ever catching the leaders seems a remote one, such a rare 

 start have they got. Here, too, comes that veritable chip 

 of the old block, the youthful Geoffrey. 



^' Forrad ! forrad ! " squeaks the young one, as he passes 

 us, his pony in a lather. Finally, appear upon the scene 

 the two little girls, escorted by old John. The little maids^ 

 faces are quite rosy from the exercise, and their glossy hair 

 is flying in the breeze. They, too, are soon out of sight. 

 We have seen the last of the Chirpingtons for to-day. So 

 just the least taste in the world of orange brandy, one 

 more cigar, and then away for home and luncheon. 



