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122 A Crisis in his Life. proachable people like Mr. and Mrs. Ap-Jenkyns, reflected credit on herself in the eyes of Oxford. ‘“‘T thought we should have met the Ap-Jenkynses, at lunch,” remarked Temple. ‘What a droll old party that was with the stick ! She put me in mind of—I say, here’s another old party !” he broke off. ‘‘ Seems to be a friend of yours.” It was Mrs. Cann. She had stopped, evidently wanting to speak to me- “‘T have just been to put little Nanny Tasson in the train for London, sir,” she said; “I thought you might like to knowit. Her eldest brother, the one that’s settled there, has taken to her. His wife wrote a nice letter and sent the fare.” ‘All right, Mrs. Cann. I hope they'll take good care of her. Good- afternoon.” ‘Who the wonder is Nanny Tasson ?” cried Temple as we went on. ‘Only a little friendless child. Her brother was our scout when we first came, and he died.” ‘Oh, by Jove, Ludlow! Look there!” Iturned at Temple’s words. A gig was dashing by as large as life; Tod in it, driving Sophie Chalk. Behind it dashed another gig, con- taining Mr. and Mrs. Ap-Jenkyns. Fred Temple laughed. ‘Mrs. Everty’s unmistakably charming,” said he, “and we don't know any real harm of her, but if I were Ap-Jenkyns I should not let my wife be quite her bosom companion. As to Todhetley, I think he’s a gone calf.” Whitney came to our room as I got in. He had been invited to the luncheon by Mrs. Everty, but excused himself, and she asked Fred Temple in his place. ‘Well, Johnny, how did it go off ?” ‘Oh, pretty well. Lobster-salad and other good things, Why did not you goP” ‘¢Where’s Tod?” he rejoined, not answering the question. “ Out on a driving-party. Sophie Chalk and the Ap-Jenkynses.” Whitney whistled through the verse of an old song: “ Froggy would a-wooing go.” “I say, Johnny,” he said presently, “‘ you had better give Tod a hint to take care of himself. That thing will go too far if he does not look out.” ‘“ As if Tod would mind me! Give him the hint yourself, Bull.” “T said half a word to him this morning after chapel: he turned on me and accused me of being jealous.” We both laughed. ‘“‘T got a letter from home yesterday,” Bill went on. “ Ordering me to keep clear of Madam Sophie.” “No! Who from?” “The mother. And Miss Deveen, who is staying) with them) ‘put in a postscript.” —_) Comicloookks.com |