lo BEGGARS ON HORSEBACK. 



pensive fiction ; " it mak's a body p'spire vera free, 

 that it dew. But ye dew enjoy it " 



She spoke with a Yorkshire accent as broad as 

 the foot which, in its cloth shoe and white stock- 

 ing, was handsomely displayed below her skirt 

 hem — and we apologise for probable mistakes in 

 the reproduction by an Irish hand of that sturdy, 

 grumbling drawl. 



" Ah'm come all the way oop fra' Yorkshire for 

 a too-er," she went on ; " t' yoong folks like a 

 change," she indicated her grey-haired attendants, 

 "but Wales is a bit dool when ye come out for 

 a holiday. Eh, Scarbro's the gay, bonny place ! 

 Eh, but ye miss a treat if ye don't see Scarbro ! " 



She held us with her glittering eye, and the 

 eulogy of Scarborough proceeded with the burr 

 of a noontide bee, by promenades, hotels, family 

 histories of friends who kept lodgings in the best 

 terraces, and many other highways and byways ; 

 while the three daughters and the white dog sat 

 and filled in the mesmeric effect, immovable as 

 scenery. A message that the ponies were in the 



