The Amateur Gentleman

"All right, m'lud!" answers that small person with one foot posed

negligently on the step, waiting till the last possible moment ere

he mounts to his perch behind. So, with a last "good-by" the

Viscount touches up his horses, the light vehicle shoots forward

with Master Milo swinging suspended in mid-air, who turns to Barnabas,

flashes his eight buttons at him, touches his hat to him, folds his

arms, and, sitting very stiff in the back, is presently whirled out

of sight.