This is Jones, who thought to slip down by the rail early in the morning, and 

 have a gallop with the fox-hounds. On looking out of the window, he finds it 

 is a clear frosty morning. He sees a small boy sliding — actually sliding on the 

 pavement opposite ! ! and — doesn't he hate that boy — and doesn't he say it is a 

 beastly climate. 



{Draivn by John Leech.) 



