It'll come true,--you will see!" "I hope it may, you silly girl," said Mrs.Buckley; and then she went in and knelt beside her sleeping boy, and prayed that the blessing of the gipsy woman might be fulfilled.
* * * * * It was quite late on the evening of his second day's journey that the Major, occupying the box-seat of the "Exterminator," dashed with comet-like speed through so much of the pomps and vanities of this wicked world as showed itself in Piccadilly at half-past seven on a spring afternoon.
"Hah!" he soliloquized, passing Hyde-park Corner, "these should be the folks going out to dinner.

They dine later and later every year.

At this rate they'll dine at half-past one in twenty years' time.

That's the Duke's new house; eh, coachman?
By George, there's his Grace himself, on his brown cob; God bless him! There are a pair of good-stepping horses, and old Lady E---- behind 'em, by Jove!--in her war-paint and feathers--pinker than ever.

She hasn't got tired of it yet.