pm^h dinvtimu and I suspect that Dixon
ahvay^ had a i<iint hope that we nii^lit "chip in with
the !ioum!>", though he knew too well that the foxes
raivly ran our \vay. lie also showed an increasing
antipathy Jo the hi^h road, and was continually
taking slit-ri ruts across the country.
"It'll do ihem good It) have a pipe-opener," he
would say, turning iu at a pate and setting his horse
going up a long stretch of meadow, and my con-
fidence in Sheila increased as 1 scuttled after him.
Sometimes we would pretend to be "riding a
finish'", and I would say, "Torn* show me how Mr.
Maaloggitrt wua the Hunt Cup on Nobleman."
I had never seen a race in my life; nor had I ever
been to a meet of the hounds. But I assiduously
studied the novels of Surtax, of which my aunt had
a complete set, She dipped into them herself now
and aguiu, ami we often used to talk about Mr,
As Christmas approached Dixon drew her attention
to my rapid improvement as a rider. Finally he took
the bull by the horns and intimated that it would do
me no harm to go and have a look at the hounds.
*She seemed taken aback by this, but he assured her
that he would only take me as far as the meet,
When she suggested that he could drive me there in
the dogcart Uixon's face assumed such an air of dis-
approval that she gave way at once, and it became
only a matter of waiting for the next "near meet",
UI think, 'in, you can rely on me to take proper
carc*of Master George," he remarked rather stiffly;
the next moment he looked at me with a grin of de-
light followed by a solemn wink with the eye furthest
away from my aunt.
A few days later 1 found him studying the local