48 Mr. and Lady Thomasina Clinker. 



to the great amusement of everybody. Her detractors 

 declare Lady Tommy is bad style, and dreadfully fast. 

 Perhaps she is a wee bit slangy, but she is none the 

 worse for that. It is a pleasant sight on a non-hunting 

 day to see her ladyship turn out for an afternoon amongst 

 her pet poor, thick-booted and ulster-coated, with a huge 

 basket filled with good things in one hand, and a thick 

 stick with a crook to it in the other. She is accompanied 

 on these occasions by a whole tribe of dogs, ranging in 

 species from the retriever to a Yorkshire terrier, and, 

 if he is not shooting, she will probably be escorted by the 

 faithful Johnnie, who, in that case, carries the basket, and 

 slouches along by her side in a submissive manner, with 

 a huge cigar in his mouth. As they enter one end of the 

 village, the curate bolts out at the other — that good man 

 is of Ritualistic principles, and mortally afraid of Lady 

 Tommy, who, as she says, chaffs the life out of him. 

 ** Tally Ho ! Yonder he goes ! " laughs her frolic ladyship, 

 as she and Johnnie catch sight of his long-coated, squashy- 

 hatted figure, striding along in the distance. Right glad 

 are all the people to see her, you may depend. Old 

 Dame Trot, who lately shuffled off this mortal coil, 

 was asked by the parish doctor one day whether she 

 wouldn't like to see the clergyman. No, said the Dame, 

 she didn't know as she wouldn't rather not, but she would 

 like one thing, that she would, and that was to see the 

 little ladyship, as she called Lady Tommy, once again. 

 " Deary, deary me," said the poor old woman, " the sight 

 of her curly hair and her purty face seems to do me more 

 good, it do, than all the doctor's stuff or sermons in the 

 world." 



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