152 RADNOR REMINISCENCES 



in a motor; Frank Lloyd; Bunny Sharp and Charlie Har- 

 rison on ponies; Miss du Pont; William and Mrs. du Pont; 

 and Roddy Wanamaker. 



Saturday, 2yth December, 19 19 

 It's a long cry on a frosty, blue-nozed, ground-as-hard-as- 

 nails sort of morning, from my house to Sugartown; but, 

 as I cut my chin on the right side when shaving this morn- 

 ing, I knew something was going to happen before the day 

 was over. It did, too, and, besides, a meet at Sugartown has 

 one advantage; one is able to do a bit of the family market- 

 ing at Clyde John's store. To-day it was "cob honey," as 

 the children call it, that the Missus called out to me as I 

 was leaving home. I 'm always in a hurry to get started to 

 a meet, after having seen my horse go on about two hours' 

 before. It was looking at my horse going out through a 

 corner of the hedge, with one eye, and trying to keep the 

 other on the progress of a razor, that accounted for the cut 

 on my chin, I 'm afraid. Nevertheless, things began to hap- 

 pen promptly on arrival at the meet. 



A chauffeur was raked over the coals by a very irate 

 M.F.H. immediately on arrival; then a certain very beau- 

 tiful lady, much to her disgust, had her veil torn off by the 

 branch of a tree, in the first covert that hounds plus the 

 field drew. 



The scene for Act Number 3 was laid outside the Mal- 

 vern Barrens, the curtain dropping on a crestfallen and 

 sad, but none the less lovely, lady, who had been requested 

 to make less noise. 



About an hour later, sandwiches having been finished 

 and hounds working down-country to Dr. Bartholomew's, 

 a fox was viewed away, and we had a fast twenty minutes 

 through Baker's and on up through Hawthorne to 



