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=Another Impending Apology.=

"This terrible fire roused hundreds of people from their beds,
and a great crowd gathered in the adjoining streets; but
Sub-divisional Inspector Stock and Inspector Ping were on the spot
within a few months after receiving the call."--_Westminster and
Pimlico News_.

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[Illustration: _Cowman_ (_to new recruit, Women's Land Army_). "YOU
GET BEHIND THAT THERE WATER-BUTT. MEBBE COWS WON'T COME IN IF THEY SEE
YOU IN THAT THERE RIG."]

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=THE FIFTEEN TRIDGES.=

Once upon a time there was a flourishing covey of fifteen: Pa Tridge,
Ma Tridge, and thirteen little Tridges, all brown and speckled and
very chirpy. They had been born in a hollow under some big leaves
beside a hedge, and they now moved about the earth, pushing their way
through the grass, all keeping close together when they could, and
setting up no end of a piping when they couldn't and thought they were
lost.