"In that case," rejoined Nancy, "I shall call upon Mr. Sykes to relate one of his hunting stories."

"Nothing could be better!" added her father. "It's the very thing of all others I should like to hear."

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Upon my word," expostulated the hunts"I don't think

Pooh, pooh!" interrupted Edward Dixon. "Don't let us have a parcel of fal-the-ral excuses. Such a budget as you've got never can be sucked dry."

The huntsman knocked the ashes from his pipe, tipped the remainder from his glass, and remarked, that "he supposed what must be, must."

END OF VOL. II.

LONDON:

Reding and Judd, Printers, 4, Horse Shoe-court, Ludgate-hill.