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Mr. and Lady Thomasina Clinker, 



way. Ah, I thought so ; the hounds have not been in 

 cover three minutes before Harry the whip's cap is seen 

 in the air, at the bottom corner, and — '' Tally-ho 1 " 

 yonder he goes ! The thief of the world gives a flick 

 of his brush as much as to say, '' If I am to be settled to- 

 day, you'll have to do all you know, my fine fellows." 

 Twang, twang, twang, goes Tom Tootler's horn. Here come 

 the hounds ! My word, what a chorus ! Horses are 

 mad with excitement ; even our pony begins to fidget 

 about. We can see the whole that takes place in the 

 valley below. There goes Lord Daisyfield, close to the 

 hounds, as usual. There goes Tom Tootler close to 

 him, and there go, just behind him, Johnnie Clinker and 

 his wife, Lady Tommy — her horse, apparently a little out 

 of her hand — leading. And now that we have seen our 

 friends in a good place in what promises to be a first-rate 

 run, we will bid them both good-bye. 



