_Maud._ "WHAT FOR, DARLING?"

_Effie._ "PAPA SAYS THEY _MULTIPLY_ SO QUICKLY!"]

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THE _OTHER_ "WESTMINSTER STABLE."

_Noble Owner_ (_watching the Favourite out for exercise_).
Ah! don't look so bad, ARTHUR, after his spin!
They are asking all round if he'll run, if he'll win.
They would like much to know, I've no manner of doubt.
Why, there isn't a Bookie, a Tipster, or Tout,
Not to mention an Owner, or Trainer, or Vet,
But desires the straight tip--which I wish they may get!
If they knew he'd been "nobbled," they'd greatly rejoice;
Then they'd back other cracks--_Dissolution_ for choice--
With a confident mind. "Nobbled!" Ah! were they able
To get at his groom, or sneak into his stable,
How gladly some of them would give him a dose!
That's right, ARTHUR; watch him, my lad, and--keep close!

_Trainer._ Ay, ay, Sir! They will not get much out of _me_, Sir!
A still tongue to Tipsters and Touts is a teaser.
They're awfully curious about _t'other_ horse;
_Dissolution_, you know. Try to pump me.

_Noble Owner._ Of course!
Very natural, you know, _I_ should be, in their case.