"Tall or short? dark or fair? Will she kiss you--next time, sir?

Will she even be glad to see you again, you presumptuous young

dog--will she--will she, confound you?"

"Ah!" sighed Barnabas. "Next time--I wonder!"

So saying, he sighed again, once, twice, and with the third fell

fast asleep, and dreamed that a certain White Lion, clad in a

Lieutenant-General's uniform, and with a pair of handsome black

whiskers, stood balancing himself upon a single claw on the rail of

the bed.




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