White wings, a yachting romance . ficent toward this girl. And there was no complaint or had told us it was time for him to put away childish this was the last word said— My lass, I would rather haveseen you at Denny-mains. The Laird was exceedingly facetious at this breakfast-party,and his nephew had a bad time of it. There were mysteriousquestions about Messrs. Hughes, Barnes & Barnes; as to whetherconsultations were best held in stubble or in turnips; or whetherNo. 5 shot was the best for bringing down briefs; and so forth. Never mind, uncle, said the Youth, good-nature
White wings, a yachting romance . ficent toward this girl. And there was no complaint or had told us it was time for him to put away childish this was the last word said— My lass, I would rather haveseen you at Denny-mains. The Laird was exceedingly facetious at this breakfast-party,and his nephew had a bad time of it. There were mysteriousquestions about Messrs. Hughes, Barnes & Barnes; as to whetherconsultations were best held in stubble or in turnips; or whetherNo. 5 shot was the best for bringing down briefs; and so forth. Never mind, uncle, said the Youth, good-naturedly. I willsend you some partridges for the larder of the yacht. You need not do anything of the kind, said the Laird;* before you are in Bedfordshire the White Dove will be many amile away from the course of luggage steamers. Oh, are you ready to start, then, sir? said his hostess. This very meenute, if it pleases you, said he. She looked rather alarmed, but said nothing. In the meantime the wagonette had come to the BACKWARD THOUGHTS. 307 B\-aTid-l)y there was a small party assembled on the steps tosee the Youth drive off. And now the time liad come for himto make that speech of tlianks which his uncle had pointed outwas distinctly due from him. The Laird, indeed, regarded hisdeparture with a critical air; and no doubt waited to see howhis nephew would acquit himself. Perhaps tlie Youth had forgotten. At all events, having bid-den good-bye to the others, he shook hands last of all with hishostess, and said, lightly, Thank you very much. I have enjoyed the whole thing tre-mendously. Then he jumped into the wagonette, and took off his cap asa parting salute ; and away he went. The Laird frowned. Whenhe was a young man that was not the way in which hospitalitywas acknowledged. Then Mary Avon turned from regarding the departing wag-onette. Are we to get ready to start? said she. What do you say, sir? asks the hostess of the Laird. I am at your service, he replies. And so
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