ii8 OCCASIONAL HAPPY THOUGHTS. 



(Get up, can't yer ?) I'm something more than a gardener, 

 I am ! (Come over, will yer !) " 



We re-enter the house, thoughtfully. The crowd lingers 

 on for a while. Nothing more happens. Crowd disperses. 

 " To morrow," I say to my Aunt, " I'll take you out for a 

 drive, and try the horse." 



Happy TJiought. — To telegraph for Gloppin who knows 

 all about a horse, and ask him to come with me. Do it. 



