ther, but for a succession of female shrieks, which arose

from all quarters at once, whereat, leaving the champagne

to take care of itself, the perplexed pair rushed out, with

palpitating hearts, to inquire into the nature of this new

catastrophe. And truly they beheld a sight to Londonbred

spectators peculiarly appalling. The human groups

that occupied the lawn had disappeared, and in lieu of

them, the terrific Alderney was racing about " like mad,"

with her head up, and her tail holt upright and as stiff as

a kitchen poker. Driven to wildness by three hours' exposure

to a hot sun, and the incessant tormenting stings of

insects, poor Daisy had broken her tether, or more probably

it had been cut for her by young Twigg, and she im-

mediately began that headlong gallop which cows are apt

to take when goaded by the breeze-fly. After running

three heats round the lawn, she naturally made for the

shades of the shrubbery, but being headed back by the

gentlemen, she paused, and looked round for an instant, as

if to consider ; and then, making up her mind, she suddenly

dashed off for the only place of shelter, and rushed

headlong into the marquee. An awful crash ensued.

Plate clattered, glass jingled, and timber banged ! The

canvass bulged fearfully on one side, and, the 'moorings

giving way, out rushed Daisy, and down fell the tent like

a clap-net, decidedly catching the cold fowls, ducks, and

pigeons that were under it.

A loud cry of a mixed character arose from the spectators

of this lamentable catastrophe. The ladies screamed

from terror ; the expectant citizens bellowed from hungry

disappointment, and some of the younger gentlemen, amateurs

of fun, gave a shout that sounded like a huzza !

" She's upset the tables!" shrieked Mrs. Twigg, with

her arms working aloft like a telegraph's.

" And there goes every delicacy of the season," exclaimed

Mr. Twigg, gazing with the stupified aspect of an

under-writer at a total wreck.

" "

The new covers groaned the lady.


All battered and bruised nothing but dents and

bumps," added her husband in the same tone.

' ' And the beautiful cut glass not a bit of it blowed,"

said the hostess beginning to whimper.

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