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He sailed his little paper boats, And when the folk thought scorn of that, He spudded up the waiting worm And yearned towards the master's hat. HOTCH-POTCH VERSES.
The Babe went off to dress for dinner much relieved in mind. Now that it was over he confessed to himself that he had been quite certain that Feltham had cheated, but that he should own up to it, was fine, and the Babe who considered himself totally devoid of anything which could possibly be construed into moral courage, respected him for it. He also registered a vow that never to the crack of doom -- which cracked three days afterwards -- would he play unlimited Marmara again, and told himself that he was not cut out for the sort of thing that he had just been through, and that he was glad it was over. He went round at once to tell Broxton and Anstruther what had happened, and after that shook the whole affair from his mind, as a puppy shakes itself after being in the water.