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section of the Church Lads' Brigade, and an authority on horseflesh,

expects him to be among the first three."



"The nephews of housekeepers are invariably optimists," said Bertie;

"it's a kind of natural reaction against the professional pessimism



of their aunts."

"We don't seem to get much further in our search for the probable



winner," said Mrs. de Claux; "the more I listen to you experts the

more hopelessly befogged I get."



"It's all very well to blame us," said Bertie to his hostess; "you

haven't produced anything in the way of an inspiration."



"My inspiration consisted in asking you down for Derby week,"

retorted Mrs. de Claux; "I thought you and Odo between you might



throw some light on the question of the moment."

Further recriminations were cut short by the arrival of Lola



Pevensey, who floated into the room with an air of gracious apology.

"So sorry to be so late," she observed, making a rapid tour of



inspection of the breakfast dishes.

"Did you have a good night?" asked her hostess with perfunctory



solicitude.

"Quite, thank you," said Lola; "I dreamt a most remarkable dream."



A flutter, indicative of general boredom; went round the table.

Other people's dreams are about as universally interesting as



accounts of other people's gardens, or chickens, or children.

"I dreamt about the winner of the Derby," said Lola.



A swift reaction of attentive interest set in.

"Do tell us what you dreamt," came in a chorus.



"The really remarkable thing about it is that I've dreamt it two

nights running," said Lola, finally deciding between the allurements



of sausages and kedgeree; "that is why I thought it worth

mentioning. You know, when I dream things two or three nights in



succession, it always means something; I have special powers in that

way. For instance, I once dreamed three times that a winged lion



was flying through the sky and one of his wings dropped off, and he

came to the ground with a crash; just afterwards the Campanile at



Venice fell down. The winged lion is the symbol of Venice, you

know," she added for the enlightenment of those who might not be



versed in Italian heraldry. "Then," she continued, "just before the

murder of the King and Queen of Servia I had a vivid dream of two



crowned figures walking into a slaughter-house by the banks of a big

river, which I took to be the Danube; and only the other day--"



"Do tell us what you've dreamt about the Derby," interrupted Odo

impatiently.



"Well, I saw the finish of the race as clearly as anything; and one

horse won easily, almost in a canter, and everybody cried out 'Bread



and Butter wins! Good old Bread and Butter.' I heard the name

distinctly, and I've had the same dream two nights running."



"Bread and Butter," said Mrs. de Claux, "now, whatever horse can

that point to? Why--of course; Nursery Tea!"



She looked round with the triumphant smile of a successful

unraveller of mystery.



"How about Le Five O'Clock?" interposed Sir Lulworth.

"It would fit either of them equally well," said Odo; "can you



remember any details about the jockey's colours? That might help

us."



"I seem to remember a glimpse of lemon sleeves or cap, but I can't

be sure," said Lola, after due reflection.



"There isn't a lemon jacket or cap in the race," said Bertie,

referring to a list of starters and jockeys; "can't you remember



anything about the appearance of the horse? If it were a thick-set

animal, this bread and butter would typify Nursery Tea; and if it



were thin, of course, it would mean Le Five O'Clock."

"That seems sound enough," said Mrs. de Claux; "do think, Lola dear,



whether the horse in your dream was thin or stoutly built."

"I can't remember that it was one or the other," said Lola; "one



wouldn't notice such a detail in the excitement of a finish."

"But this was a symbolic animal," said Sir Lulworth; "if it were to



typify thick or thin bread and butter surely it ought to have been

either as bulky and tubby as a shire cart-horse; or as thin as a



heraldic leopard."

"I'm afraid you are rather a careless dreamer," said Bertie



resentfully.

"Of course, at the moment of dreaming I thought I was witnessing a



real race, not the portent of one," said Lola; "otherwise I should

have particularly noticed all helpful details."



"The Derby isn't run till to-morrow," said Mrs. de Claux; "do you

think you are likely to have the same dream again to-night? If so;



you can fix your attention on the important detail of the animal's




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