The Adventures of Sally

dly gave the poodle a piece of nougat which should by rights have gone to the terrier. She shot a swift glance sideways, and saw the da

beach at a fat bather in an orange suit who, after six false starts, was

you what was practically a sinecure with endless possibilities if you only behaved yourself, you have

ater with an apprehensive toe to the final seal-like plunge, there is never a dull moment. And apart from the excitement of the thing, judging it from a purely aesthetic standpoint, his must be a dull soul who can fail to be uplifted by the specta

Are we to spend our whole lives getting you positions which you won't

Fillmore, the futility of mere language, turned sharply and stalked away up the beach, the dignity of his exit

protestingly. How long this would have lasted one cannot say: for towards the end of the first minute it was shattered by a purely terrestrial uproar

have denied that he fired the first gun of the campaign. But we must be just. The fault was really Sally's. Absorbed in the scene which had just concluded and acutely inquisitive as to why the s

would have excited favourable comment even among the blasé residents of a negro quarter or the not easily-pleased critics of a Lancashire mining-village. From all over the beach dogs of every size, breed, and colour were racing to the scene: and while some of these merely remained in the ringside seats and barked, a considerable

he start. Snarling bundles bumped against her legs and bounced away again, but she made no move. Advice in fluent French rent the air. Arms waved, and well-fille

hty Scrymgeour: he might be a pain in the neck to "the family"; but he did know how to stop a dog fight. From the first moment of his intervention calm began to steal over the scene. He had the same effect on the almost inextricably entwined belligerents as, in mediaeval legend, the Holy Grail, sliding down the sunbeam, used to have on battling knights. He did not look like a dove of peace, but the most captious could not have denied that he brought home the goods. Th

a moment before, he now gave indications of a rather pleasing shyness. He braced himself with that painful

r the journey through the jungle of a foreign tongue, "J'espère que vous n

ess

rt, don't you know. Bitten

anks very much. I wasn't bitten. And I think it

d. He stared at Sally with horrified eyes. Over his am

ted aunt!" h

round and disappeared at a walk so rapid that it was almost a run. Sally watched him go and