. Vernon's aunt : being the oriental experiences of Miss Lavinia Moffat . Squips ? Oh, yes, certainly ! But if Iwere you I wouldnt. If theres one thing aleopard likes, its a nice fat black and whiteterrier like Squips. Hes had one or twonear shaves already. Oh ! very well. In that case perhaps Iam better without him. Good-night !—Vernon ! Well, Aunt Vinnie ? It wouldnt take you long, would it, toshow me how to manage a gun ? Great Scott, aunt ! What for ? Therellbe nothing to shoot—take my word for it. VERNONS AUNT 127 Good-night! If you want to be reassured,think of Parkers gun. Hes no end of
. Vernon's aunt : being the oriental experiences of Miss Lavinia Moffat . Squips ? Oh, yes, certainly ! But if Iwere you I wouldnt. If theres one thing aleopard likes, its a nice fat black and whiteterrier like Squips. Hes had one or twonear shaves already. Oh ! very well. In that case perhaps Iam better without him. Good-night !—Vernon ! Well, Aunt Vinnie ? It wouldnt take you long, would it, toshow me how to manage a gun ? Great Scott, aunt ! What for ? Therellbe nothing to shoot—take my word for it. VERNONS AUNT 127 Good-night! If you want to be reassured,think of Parkers gun. Hes no end of ashikari ! and my nephew strode back to histent in the moonhght, leaving me holdingopen the flap of mine, of two minds whetherto go after him or MY NEPHEW STRODE BACK. 128 VERNONS AUNT CHAPTER VI MF anyone had ever told me that I, LaviniaMoffat, would one night occupy a tent in theheart of the Indian forest, alone andsurrounded by wild beasts, I would haveconsidered the person a suitable subject fora lunatic asylum. As it was, on the night ofJanuary the 20th, 1893, I thought that thisdesignation might very properly be appliedto myself. For there was no doubt aboutmy identity ; there I sat, Lavinia Moffat—ifI wanted to assure myself I had only to lookat the initials on my brush and comb case—there I sat in my new black silk, which Inoticed Mrs. Dodd had gored, though Iexpressly told her not to, on the edge of mycamp-bed, without a gun, and not a sound tobreak the stillness but the never-stopping VERNONS AUNT 129 song of the stream over the stones, and thedistant barking of the animal Vernon hadsaid was a deer. As I sat there I reviewedmy past, from the hemming of my first hand-kerchief to the day I took over charge of theLi
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