Ww. V.~.

“You’re a jolly heavy lumpumpibus, In-
fanta,”’ Littlejohn said with a laugh; “I
think we had better try a short cut for once
through the old oaks.”

When they got into some slight cover
among the younger trees, Littlejohn paused
to recover his breath. It was still blowing
and snowing heavily.

“Now, W. V., I think it would be as well
if you knocked up some of your little green
oak-men, for the Lord be good to me if I
know where we are.”

“ You must knock,” said W. V., “but I
don’t think you will get any bananas.”

W. V. says that Littlejohn did knock and
that the bark of the dog showed that the oak-
man was not at home!

“T rather thought he would not be, W.
V.,” said Littlejohn; “they never are at
home except only to the little people. We
big ones have to take care of ourselves.”

“The oak-man said, ‘Keep straight on,
and you’re sure to come out at the other
side,’ W. V. reminded him.

“The oak-man spoke words of wisdom,
Infanta,” said Littlejohn. ‘Come along, W.

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