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York's wedding-day. I'm rather a tall chap, you see, and in the

crowd somebody touched me on the shoulder, and a plaintive voice



behind me said, `You're such a big man, and I am so little, will you

please help me to save my life? My mother was separated from me in



the crowd somewhere as we were trying to reach the Berkeley, and I

don't know what to do.' I was a trifle nonplussed, but I did the



best I could. She was a tiny thing, in a marvellous frock and a

flowery hat and a silver girdle and chatelaine. In another minute



she spied a second man, an officer, a full head taller than I am,

broad shoulders, splendidly put up altogether. Bless me! if she



didn't turn to him and say, `Oh, you're so nice and big, you're even

bigger than this other gentleman, and I need you both in this



dreadful crush. If you'll be good enough to stand on either side of

me, I shall be awfully obliged.' We exchanged amused glances of



embarrassment over her blonde head, but there was no resisting the

irresistible. She was a small person, but she had the soul of a



general, and we obeyed orders. We stood guard over her little

ladyship for nearly an hour, and I must say she entertained us



thoroughly, for she was as clever as she was pretty. Then I got her

a seat in one of the windows of my club, while the other man, armed



with a full description, went out to hunt up the mother; and, by

Jove! he found her, too. She would have her mother, and her mother



she had. They were awfully jolly people; they came to luncheon in

my chambers at the Albany afterwards, and we grew to be great



friends."

"I dare say she was an English girl masquerading," I remarked



facetiously. "What made you think her an American?"

"Oh, her general appearance and accent, I suppose."



"Probably she didn't say Barkley," observed Francesca cuttingly;

"she would have been sure to commit that sort of solecism."



"Why, don't you say Barkley in the States?"

"Certainly not; we never call them the States, and with us c-l-e-r-k



spells clerk, and B-e-r-k Berk."

"How very odd!" remarked Mr. Anstruther.



"No odder than you saying Bark, and not half as odd as your calling

it Albany," I interpolated, to help Francesca.



"Quite so," said Mr. Anstruther; "but how do you say Albany in

America?"



"Penelope and I always call it Allbany," responded Francesca

nonsensically, "but Salemina, who has been much in England, always



calls it Albany."

This anecdote was the signal for Miss Ardmore to remark (apropos of



her own discrimination and the American accent) that hearing a lady

ask for a certain med'cine in a chemist's shop, she noted the



intonation, and inquired of the chemist, when the fair stranger had

retired, if she were not an American. "And she was!" exclaimed the



Honourable Elizabeth triumphantly. "And what makes it the more

curious, she had been over here twenty years, and of course, spoke



English quite properly."

In avenging fancied insults, it is certainly more just to heap



punishment on the head of the real offender than upon his neighbour,

and it is a trifle difficult to decide why Francesca should chastise



Mr. Macdonald for the good-humoured sins of Mr. Anstruther and Miss

Ardmore; yet she does so, nevertheless.



The history of these chastisements she recounts in the nightly half-

hour which she spends with me when I am endeavouring to compose



myself for sleep. Francesca is fluent at all times, but once seated

on the foot of my bed she becomes eloquent!



"It all began with his saying--"

This is her perennialintroduction, and I respond as invariably,



"What began?"

"Oh, to-day's argument with Mr. Macdonald. It was a literary



quarrel this afternoon."

"'Fools rush in--'" I quoted.



"There is a good deal of nonsense in that old saw," she interrupted;

"at all events, the most foolish fools I have ever known stayed



still and didn't do anything. Rushing shows a certain movement of

the mind, even if it is in the wrong direction. However, Mr.



Macdonald is both opinionated and dogmatic, but his worst enemy

could never call him a fool."






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