It was while we were at Lucerne that LORD RIDDELL and I had some of our most significant conversations.  I set them down just as they occurred, extenuating nothing and concealing nothing.

LORD RIDDELL (with emotion). You are in excellent form to-day.  Lucerne now has two lions—­one of them free.

DAVID (surprised). I free? (Sadly) You forget that GIOLITTI is coming.

LORD RIDDELL. But that is nothing to you.  Try him with your Italian and he will soon go.

DAVID. You are a true friend.  You always hearten me.

LORD RIDDELL (with more emotion). But you are so wonderful, so wonderful!  And now for to-day’s amusements.  Where shall we go?  Up Mount Pilatus or to WILLIAM TELL’S Chapel?

DAVID. There is something irresistible to a Welshman in the word chapel.  Let us go there.  And WILLIAM TELL, was he not a patriot?  Did he not defy the tyrant?  I am sure that in his modest conventicle I can think of a thousand eloquent things.  Let us go there.

LORD RIDDELL. My hero! my dauntless hero!

E.V.L.

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    “Even with a round of 73 in the morning Ray fell behind Vardon, who
    accomplished a remarkable round of 17 to lead the field.”—­Provincial
    Paper.

This is believed to be the first occasion on which any golfer has accomplished two holes in one shot.

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[Illustration:  “THE LION OF LUCERNE.”

MR. LLOYD GEORGE (having jodelled heavily).  “NOT A SINGLE DISSENTIENT ECHO!  THIS IS THE SORT OF PEACE CONFERENCE I LIKE.” (Continues to jodel.)]

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[Illustration:  Mabel (in barefaced attempt to detain Mother when saying “Good-night"). “OH, MUMMY, I WOULD LIKE TO TELL YOU A STORY ABOUT THREE LITTLE BOYS.”

Mother. “NO, NO; GO TO SLEEP.  THERE’S NO TIME TO TELL A STORY ABOUT THREE LITTLE BOYS.”

Mabel. “WELL, THEN, LET ME TELL YOU A STORY ABOUT TWO LITTLE BOYS.”]

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THE RABBITS GAME.

“Don’t forget to say ‘Rabbits’ to-morrow,” said Angela.  Angela is aged nine and my younger sister; I am thirteen and my name is Anne.

We both looked inquiringly at Father, and, as he didn’t seem to remember, Angela in pained surprise began to explain.  “If you say ‘Rabbits’ before you say anything else on the first day of a month you get a present during the month, but you mustn’t say anything else first, or you won’t.”

It all came out in one breath and, though it looks clear enough now, Father was very stupid.

“I dislike rabbits,” he said, “and I am very busy; your Mother will probably be glad of them for the servants.”

The rebuke in Angela’s eyes was severe.  “We haven’t got any rabbits,” she said; “we are only going to say ‘Rabbits’ to-morrow morning when we wake up and we thought you might like to do the same.”