124 RADNOR REMINISCENCES 



Things went quite merrily for say ten minutes to a check 

 in Hoopes Brothers and Thomas's Nurseries, or until the 

 body of the pack caught up to the white bitch that was do- 

 ing her best to hurry Reynard along. 



Enter the lemon custard meringue pie on the scene 

 again ! 



During the check, Mrs. Carle's servant, Johnson, came up 

 to me saying: "The Madame is feeling sick, and thinks she 

 will go home. Sir." I trotted out to the road and found her 

 looking a bit done. All she would say was: "Oh, the lemon 

 pie, I must go home"; and I might add that one half of a 

 perfectly good lemon pie did n't get much farther down the 

 road ! It spoiled her day, but gave the rest of us a lot of fun. 



The truth of the old saying, "Too many cooks spoil the 

 broth," was very plainly brought home to us from then on, 

 for hounds never really settled on the line again, and, after 

 picking it up every now and then for a few yards, were 

 taken into the P. M. Sharpless estate, where rabbits being 

 plentiful, hounds proceeded to enjoy themselves as they 

 thought best, three rabbits being on foot at one time, the 

 hounds obligingly divided into three packs, and any fox- 

 hunter who may read these humble lines can imagine the 

 result. 



I hacked back to Goshenville, met my motor, and came 

 home, while my poor horse, Tommy, did n't get in until 

 six o'clock, having had about ten and one-half hours. 



Among those at the meet were: Mrs. "Dick" Murtagh; 

 Wycoff Smith; Emanuel Hey; Patrick Corcoran; Francis 

 Jacobs; William Brice; M. B. Worth; "Dick" Newlin; 

 Mrs. Patterson; Colonel James McComb; R. J. and Mrs. 

 Barry; Dr. Oat, of West Chester; Dr. Evans, of Malvern; 

 and many good farmer friends that I knew, but do not 

 know their names. 



