"This is what I call a lark and a half.

Raffles, pass Miss Jill the honey; and walk about, and make yourself useful.

I tell you what, we'll go and have a snap at the pheasants, and try a few drop kicks over the Martyr's oak.

What do you say ?" "I can't shoot awfully well," said Jill apologetically.

"I'd sooner, if you don't mind, Tom, walk about on the roof, or help you let the water out of the big pond." "Raffles, old chappie, more toast--a lot more toast for Miss Jill.