324 WHICH IS THE BEST MONTH? 



their morning fox, and inside the walls we break him 

 up on the grass. 



" It's a five-mile point if it's an inch," says the Master. 

 "Forty-seven minutes was the time," I announce. 

 "Only one slight check," adds the M.F.H. ; "a good 

 gallop, I think ! Does any one want to draw again ? " 

 For now the avenue is full of people. No voice is 

 raised for continuance, so, pleased and happy, we 

 turn for our homes, nor do our ways seem long, for 

 what sings the wise rogue Autolycus : — 



"Jog on, jog on the footpath way 

 And merrily hent the stile»a : 

 A merry heart goes all the day, 

 Your sad tires in a mile-a." 



