LLOPE was his favourite. He liked novels in
series; he liked to come on the same people again.

"But there's another reason," he added, "why I like TROLLOPE. You see we
were both at the Post Office."

Some day soon I am going to try him with one of Mr. WALKLEY'S criticisms.

E.V.L.

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[Illustration: "A--AH! D'YOU K--KNOW YOU'RE S--STANDING ON MY FOOT?"

"WELL, WOT YER GOIN' TO DO ABAHT IT?"]

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From an article on the Lawn Tennis Championship, purporting to be written
by Mlle. SUZANNE LENGLEN:--

"Quelle journees ils etait!"
"Mon dieu, comme etait beau!"
"C'est le partie le plus dispute."
_Sunday Paper._

We can only hope that the Entente is now strong enough to survive even
these shocks.

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[Illustration: IT'S ALL IN THE GAME.]

[Illustration: IT'S ALL IN THE GAME.]

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PRISCILLA PAINTS.

"There was a lot of men in the boat," said Priscilla from behind the table,
where she sat daubing with little energetic grunts.

"Oh, there were, were there?" I answered from behind _The Times_.

Confident of arousing my enthusiasm in the end, she continued to issue
tantalising bulletins about the progress of the great work.

"It was an all-colour boat," she told me, "purple and yellow and green."

"A very nice kind of boat too," I agreed.

"And the biggest man of all hadn't got _any_ body at all."

I suggested weakly that perhaps the biggest man of all had left his body
behind on the table at home. The suggestion was scorned.

"No, he hadn't never had any body at all, _this_ man," she replied. And
then, as my interest seemed to be flagging again, "They all had _very_ rosy
faces; and do you know why they had?"

"I don't, I'm sure."

"Because they'd eaten up all their greens."

Vanquished at last, I went over to visit the eupeptic voyagers. Seven in
all, they stood in their bright boat on a blue sea beneath a round and
burning sun. Their legs were long and thin, their bodies globular (all save
one), and their faces large. They were dressed apparently in light pink
doublets and hose, and on his head each wore a huge purple turban the shape
of a cottage loaf, surmounted by a ragged plume. They varied greatly in
stature, but their countenances were all fixed in the same unmeaning stare.
Take it all in all, it was an eerie and terrible scene.