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Franco- American bread. Poor lamb, he is really 

 pathetic. He says he has eaten toast until he ex- 

 pects to turn to crumbs, and that pikelets, muffins, 

 and Sally Lunn cakes are no longer a consolation 

 or substitutes. Heigh-ho! it is too late to-night. 



Ah, how the fragrance floats up through the 

 window from my " bank whereon the wild thyme 

 grows." I wonder what Shakespeare would have 

 thought of Mrs. Jenks-Smith ! She would hardly 

 have considered him "the thing", but possibly 

 might have suggested that he give a reading in her 

 garden at half rates to introduce himself. 



