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that its head and fins might be accounted 

 for by their owner's having been a long 

 time in fresh water. They took me 

 seriously, and said that it doubtless was 

 so. After that we had to pack up in a 

 hurry and catch our train. Amaryllis was 

 all smiles and enthusiasm during the journey 

 back to town (luckily we had the carriage 

 to ourselves), and when we parted at Waterloo 

 she thanked me prettily for my trouble, and 

 announced that she was going to send the 

 lovely salmon to Aunt Elizabeth that very 

 night. 



I went home wondering what the re- 

 cipient would think of the gift when it came 

 to table, and hoping that I, at least, might 

 not hear of the matter again. I did not for 

 some days, but about a week afterwards it was 

 recalled to my memory rather violently by 

 One in Authority, who met me and waved 

 a journal at me. "Have you seen this?" 

 he asked. 



I had not seen that, and was promptly 

 shown. The journal was the Hourly Alarm^ 

 and in it was an article entitled, " Salmon 

 return to the Thames : Lady's Remarkable 

 Capture." With many sub-headings, such 



