Both will require a fortnight's rest before
they can be raced again.
This will be a warning to us and to others too, I hope. Still, it will not
deter us from racing in the future. Nor should it deter others, for the
sport is a glorious one and I hope it may become universal in the outer
suburbs. Piggott and I will be only too glad to give advice or any other
assistance that lies in our power to those who contemplate starting local
clubs in and around London.
* * * * *
[Illustration: _Old Dame_ (_to visitor who has been condoling with her on a
recent misfortune_). "OCH, I'M GEY ILL. I'VE BEEN CRYIN' SIN' FOWER THIS
MORNIN', AN' I'M JUST GAUN TAE START AGEN AS SOON'S I'VE SIPPIT THIS BICKER
O' PARRITCH."]
* * * * *
WEDDING PRESENTS.
All day long I had been possessed by that odd feeling that comes over one
unaccountably at times, as of things being a little strange, interesting--
somehow different, so that I was not at all surprised to find the Fairy
Queen waiting for me when I entered my flat.
It was a warm evening and she sat perched on the tassel of the blind,
lightly swaying to and fro in the tiny breeze that came dancing softly over
the house-tops.
I saw her at once--one is always aware of the presence of the Fairy Queen.
I made my very best curtsey and she acknowledged it a little absent-
mindedly.
"_I_ want _your_ advice this time," she said.
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