have enjoyed our work and we trust that they have too. We wish
them all happiness and success in years to come, and we hope that
the recollection of Our Magazine will not be held least dear among
the memories of their childhood.

(SOBS FROM THE GIRLS): "INDEED IT WON'T!"


OBITUARY

On October eighteenth, Patrick Grayfur departed for that bourne
whence no traveller returns. He was only a cat, but he had been
our faithful friend for a long time and we aren't ashamed to be
sorry for him. There are lots of people who are not as friendly
and gentlemanly as Paddy was, and he was a great mouser. We
buried all that was mortal of poor Pat in the orchard and we are
never going to forget him. We have resolved that whenever the
date of his death comes round we'll bow our heads and pronounce
his name at the hour of his funeral. If we are anywhere where we
can't say the name out loud we'll whisper it.


"Farewell, dearest Paddy, in all the years that are to be
We'll cherish your memory faithfully."[1]


[1] The obituary was written by Mr. Felix King, but the two lines
of poetry were composed by Miss Sara Ray.