"--_Local Paper._
Apparently Thatcham carries its eyes in the back of its head.
[Illustration: A SEA-VIEW OF THE SITUATION.
INDIGNANT LODGING-HOUSE KEEPER. "AND TO THINK OF THAT THERE ERIC WANTING TO
SQUEEZE THE POOR HOLIDAY-MAKERS BEFORE I GETS AT 'EM."]
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[Illustration: _Outraged Batsman._ "JARGE, OI DO BELIEVE YOU'M BOWLIN'
DELIBERATE AT MOI GAMMY LEG."
_Jarge (feeling that something ought to be said)._ "WHY, WILLYUM, OI
THOUGHT THEY WAS BOTH GAMMY."]
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ELIZABETH GOES ON HOLIDAY.
"Please, 'm, may I go for my 'olidays a week come Thursday?" asked
Elizabeth. She was evidently labouring under some strong excitement, for
she panted as she spoke and so far forgot herself in her agitation as to
take up the dust in the hall instead of sweeping it under the mat.
"But you promised to go on your holiday when we have ours in September," I
protested, aghast. (You will shortly understand the reason of my dismay.)
"I don't see how I can possibly manage--"
"I'm sorry, 'm, but I _must_ take 'em then," interposed Elizabeth with a
horrid giving-notice gleam in her eye which I have learnt to dread.
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