The Great Presentation Day. 



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was a capital run, sir, rather too capital," replied Tom, 

 looking up into the other's face with rather a sly expression 

 of countenance. '^ You didn't happen to smell any haniseed 

 did you. Mister Charles, a comin' along, I suppose?" 

 *' Aniseed, no. What should put that in your head ? as if 

 anyone would do such a thing. Here, Tom, here's a trifle 

 in remembrance of the day," and Charlie slips a ten- 

 pound note in the huntsman's hand, *' and I say, Tom," 

 adds he, with a wink, '' don't say anything about the 

 aniseed — d'ye twig ?" "I knowed it — I was sure of it — 

 never did I believe that there would be such a good fox 

 as that from Mr. Yellowboy's coverts. He never has 

 nothing but them bagmen for us. All right, Mr. Charles 

 — mum's the word — and, after all, we had a rare gallop, 

 didn't we ?" And thus came to a satisfactory conclusion 

 what was always spoken of afterwards as the ^' Great; 

 Presentation Day." 



