"Kiddy Wee o' Beedin'," was the reply.
[Sidenote: A DEALER OUTWITTED] It was not long ago that a masterpiece was discovered at Beeding, in one of those unlikely places in which with ironical humour fine pictures so often hide themselves.

It hung in a little general shop kept by an elderly widow.

After passing unnoticed or undetected for many years, it was silently identified by a dealer who happened to be buying some biscuits.

He made a casual remark about it, learned that any value that might be set upon it was sentimental rather than monetary, and returned home.

He laid the matter before one or two friends, with the result that they visited Beeding in a party a day or so later in order to bear away the prize.