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a good fault for a month or two yet ; it's not so easy to put 

 it on when the season's half over, but Joe Summers always 

 knows what he is about. You shape well, very well, my 

 dear." (To Lavvy.) '*Now" (generally) *'try a glass of 

 the Casselton home-brewed — no brewers' beer here — it will 

 give you all an appetite if you haven't got it. I wish I 

 dared venture. Johnson, I think I will," 



" Your ladyship will suffer for it," Johnson replied depre- 

 catingly. 



" Well, perhaps you are right, but young people always 

 make me feel young." 



The amber Casselton ale was dispensed. Lady Flora did 

 most of the talking in what might have been supposed to be 

 •an aimless manner, but her keen eyes took in everything, 

 down to the couples which hung from the saddles of Ned 

 and the second whip, and they did not fail to observe that 

 Mrs. Dickinson was no horsewoman. 



*' I shall see you again by-and-by, my dear. You'd 

 better get on home, you'll have a long day," she said to 

 Lavvy. Then she called her back when Jack and Mrs. 

 Dickinson had moved off. 



" Is that one of the ? " She pointed with her stick 



at Mrs. Dickinson's back. 



Lavvy laughed and nodded assent. 



"I thought so; I ain't often mistaken." And the old 

 lady chuckled with evident self-satisfaction. 



