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CHARLIE WILDCATS. 



T'S very late, sir ! The'yve nearly finished 

 breakfast, sir, and the horses are just 

 a-comin' round. The Squire's sent word up 

 twice, sir, to me to let you know. Mister Charles 

 (bawling in the sleeper's ear), it's gone ten, sir; it 'ave 

 raly." 



''' Whatsh matter ? Not time to gerrup, is it ? " 



''Yezzir; it is, indeed. You'll be hawful late. Mister 

 Charles ; you will, indeed, sir." 



*' By Jove ! no idea it was so late. Yaw-aw-aw-ah. 

 Get me a brandy and soda, Wiggins, will you, and tell 

 my uncle and all of them not to wait, and order the hack 

 to come round in a quarter of an hour." 



And Wiggins, disappearing with a groan of anxiety, the 

 sleeper once more turns round, with' a grunt, and is fast 

 asleep again in two seconds. 



Five minutes elapse, and re-enter the faithful valet. 



"Oh, Mister Charles ! Mister Charles, <i<9 wake up, sir. 

 They've hall started : they 'ave, indeed, sir. You'll never 

 get there in time." 



'' Lor' bless me, you don't say so ! What do you mean 

 by not calling me, eh ? Go and get me a cup of tea and 

 some toast, and tell Tom to bring the hack round in ten 

 minutes." 



