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hammer in the forge as usual. He peered out at us
as we passed, and I saluted him with a slightly forlorn
wave of the Kami. lie grinned and ducked his head.
Sheila had had her shoes looked to the day before,
so lie knew all about W!UTC we were going.

As wi* jotted out of the village, Dixon gazed
sagaciously at the sky and said with a grim smile,
'Til bet they run like blazes to-day; there's just the
right nip in the air," and he made the horses cock
their ears by imitating the sound of a hunting-horn—
a favourite little trick of his. Secretly I wondered
what I should do if they "ran like blazes". It was all
very well for him—he'd been out hunting dozens of

As we neared the meet I became more and more
nervous. Not many of the hunting people came from
our side of the country, and we saw no other horsemen
to distract my attention until we rounded a bend of
the road, and there at last was Finchurst Green, with
the hounds clustering in a corner and men in red coats
and black coats moving to and fro to keep their horses
from getting chilled. But this is not the last meet that
I shall 'describe, so I will not invent details which I
* cannot remember, since I was too awed and excited
and self-conscious to be capable of observing anything

Once we had arrived, Dixon seemed to become a
different Dixon, so dignified and aloof that I scarcely
dared to speak to him. Of course I knew what it
meant: I was now his "young gentleman" and he was
only the groom who had brought me to "have a look
at the hounds". But there was no one at the meet
who knew me, so I sat there, shy and silent—aware
of being a newcomer in a strange world which I did
not understand. Also I was quite sure that I should