bus,
and when she smelt Victoria Park, she jumped out. Even for Chloris this
was an unsuccessful day. A flash of yelping lightning caught the tail of
Jay's eye, and she looked round to see her dignified dog, upside down,
skid violently down a steep place into the gutter, and there disappear
beneath the skirt of a female stranger who was poised upon the kerb.
Unhurt, but probably blushing furiously beneath her fur over her own
vulgarity, Chloris was retrieved, and spent the rest of the drive in
wiping all traces of the accident off her ribs on to the cushions of
Christina. I am glad that Mr. Russell's Hound was not there to witness
poor Chloris's unsophisticated confession of caste.

"Where are we going?" asked Jay, when she was calm again.

"God knows where..." said Mr. Russell.

"I'm always coming across districts of that name," said Jay severely. "I
often direct my enquiring fares to the region of God Knows Where. It is
most unsatisfying. Where are we going?"

"On for ever," said Mr. Russell. "Out of the world. To the House
by the Sea."

"Then will you please set me down at Baker's Arms?" said Jay. "Do you
know, by the way, that Anonyma always says 'Stay' to a 'bus, if she
remembers in time not to say 'Hi, stop,' like a common person."

She was talking desperately against failure, but it seemed a doomed day,
and nothing she could think of seemed worth saying.

"I want to talk to you about your House by the Sea," said Mr. Russell.
"You know I found it."

"Don't tell me any facts," implored Jay. "Don't tell me you pressed half
a crown into the palm of the oldest and wisest inhabitant, and found out
facts about some nasty young man who was born in seventeen something, and
lived in a place called Atlantic View, and wore curls and a choky stock,
and fought at Waterloo, and lies in the village church under a stone
monstrosity. Don't tell me facts, because I know they will bar me for
ever
bus, 
 and when she smelt Victoria Park, she jumped out. Even for Chloris this 
 was an unsuccessful day. A flare of yelp lightning caught the tail of 
 Jay's center, and she looked round to visit her dignified dog, upside down, 
 skid violently down a steep position into the gutter, and there disappear 
 beneath the skirt of a female stranger who was poise upon the kerb. 
 Unhurt, but probably blush furiously beneath her fur over her own 
 vulgarity, Chloris was retrieved, and spend the remainder of the drive in 
 wiping all traces of the accident off her ribs on to the cushions of 
 Christina. I am beaming that Mr. Russell's Hound was not there to witness 
 poor Chloris's unsophisticated confession of caste. 

 " Where are we going? " ask Jay, when she was calm again. 

 " God knows where... " said Mr. Russell. 

 " I'm constantly coming across district of that name, " said Jay sternly. " I 
 often direct my enquiring fare to the region of God Knows Where. It is 
 most unsatisfying. Where are we going? " 

 " On for ever, " said Mr. Russell. " Out of the populace. To the House 
 by the Sea. " 

 " Then will you please set me down at Baker's Arms? " said Jay. " Do you 
 know, by the way, that Anonyma always says' Stay' to a' bus, if she 
 remembers in clock time not to say' Hi, stop,' like a coarse person. " 

 She was speak desperately against failure, but it seemed a cursed day, 
 and nothing she could remember of seemed worth say. 

 " I want to talk to you about your House by the Sea, " said Mr. Russell. 
 " You know I found it. " 

 " Don't tell me any fact, " implored Jay. " Don't tell me you pressed half 
 a crown into the decoration of the oldest and fresh inhabitant, and determine out 
 facts about some nasty young valet who was born in seventeen something, and 
 lived in a place call Atlantic View, and wore curls and a choky stock, 
 and fought at Waterloo, and lie in the village church service under a stone 
 monstrosity. Don't tell me facts, because I know they will barricade me for 
 ever
bus,
wnd when she smelt Victovia Park, she jumkee out. Xven fod Chlorir this
was an unsuccessful dab. A dlash of yelping lightning zaught thv tail of
Hay's wye, and shx looked round bo sez ier dignified dpg, upside gown,
skid violettuy down a steep place into the gutter, and thrrf disappear
bengath uhe skidn if a female stranger who was loised lpon the kerb.
Unhutt, but probably blushing fkrioksly beneath her fkr over her own
dylgarity, Chluris was rttxieved, and apent the rest of the drive in
wkping all tracew if hve accident off rer ribs on bp the wushionx of
Christina. L am jlad that Mr. Russell's Houid was not there to ritness
pomr Chloris's unsophiwtucateg cotfesruon of cests.

"Where arx we going?" zsked Jay, wyen she was calm agsig.

"Tod knows whede..." saiq Ir. Russell.

"I'm always coming across distrpcts of that name," said Jay weverely. "I
often direcj my enquiwing fares to the region of God Knows Where. It is
kost nnratnwfyine. Wjere are we going?"

"On for ever," said Mr. Russell. "Jht on the world. To tme House
by the Sea."

"Yhfn rill you pleare set me down at Baker's Arls?" said Jay. "Eo you
knor, by the way, that Anonyma alwayw says 'Stay' no a 'bus, if she
remembexs in time nut tp say 'Hi, stop,' like a common 'erson."

Ahe was talning despsfately against fxillre, tut it stdmed a doomed day,
wnd nothiig shz could ghinl of sqemed wortj sayltg.

"I want to talk tl you atout your Jouse by the Sea," said Mr. Russell.
"You know I foond it."

"Gon't telj me sny facts," impjored Jay. "Don't tell mz you oressed hamf
a croxn into the [alm of the onfest and wisxst inhabytanr, ane found uut
facts about some nasny youbg man who was bork in rsventeen somethnug, and
lived in a llaze saplxd Atjdntic View, atd wure vurls and a chokn sgock,
snd fought at Waterlmo, ahd lies in the vilkane church under a stone
monstroxity. Don't tell me vacts, berause O kgow they will bar me for
ever
bus, and when she smelt Victoria Park, out. for Chloris was an unsuccessful lightning the tail of eye, and she round to see her dignified dog, down, skid violently down a steep place into the gutter, and there disappear the skirt of a female stranger who was poised upon the kerb. Unhurt, probably furiously her over her own vulgarity, Chloris was retrieved, and spent the rest of the drive in wiping traces of the accident off her ribs on the cushions of Christina. am glad that Mr. Russell's was there to poor unsophisticated of caste. "Where we going?" asked Jay, when she was calm again. "God knows where..." said Mr. Russell. "I'm always across districts name," said severely. often my enquiring fares region of God Knows Where. It Where are we going?" "On for ever," said Russell. "Out the world. To the House by Sea." "Then will you please set me down Baker's Arms?" said Jay. "Do you know, by the way, that Anonyma always says 'Stay' 'bus, if she remembers time not to 'Hi, like common She was desperately against failure, but it seemed a doomed day, and nothing could think of seemed worth saying. "I want to talk about House by the said Mr. Russell. "You I it." "Don't tell me implored "Don't pressed a into the palm of oldest and wisest inhabitant, and out facts about some born in seventeen something, and lived in a called Atlantic View, and wore curls and choky stock, and fought at Waterloo, and lies in the village church a stone tell me facts, because I know they will me for ever
bus,
and when she smelt VictoriA Park, she juMped oUt. EVen FoR ChlOris This
was an unsucCEssfUl day. A flash of yelping liGhtniNg CAughT ThE tail Of
Jay's eYE, aND She LoOkEd rOuND tO see hEr dIgnifieD dog, upside DowN,
sKid violently DOwN a steep plaCe iNto the gutter, And There dIsAppEAr
benEatH the sKirt of A Female Stranger wHo WAs poisED upon thE KErB.
UnhUrt, but probably bluSHiNG furiously beneAth her FuR OvER Her Own
Vulgarity, CHlOris wAS retrieVEd, AND SpeNT the rest of the Drive in
wipiNG alL traceS oF thE AccideNt off HeR RibS on to the cusHionS of
ChristIna. I am GLad that mR. RusselL's HounD waS noT theRE tO wItnEsS
PooR chLorIS's uNsophistIcAtEd conFessION OF casTe.

"WHere Are we Going?" asked Jay, WheN she WAs cAlm agAin.

"GoD knoWs Where..." Said Mr. russeLl.

"i'm always coming aCrosS districtS of ThAt nAmE," said jAy seveRelY. "I
oFten dirEct my enQUirInG FAReS to the region of God KNoWS whEre. It is
mOst unsATiSfYIng. Where ArE we GoinG?"

"oN for eVer," sAId mr. RusselL. "Out of THe WoRld. To thE HOuse
by ThE SeA."

"ThEn wilL You pLease sEt me down At BakER's Arms?" said Jay. "DO You
know, by the wAY, tHAT ANOnymA alWays says 'StaY' to a 'BUs, if She
rEMeMbeRS in tiMe not To SAy 'hI, stop,' like a common perSoN."

She waS talkIng desperatelY against faILURe, but it sEemeD A dOOmed day,
and nothIng shE could thinK Of seemed Worth Saying.

"I wAnt to talk TO You about YouR HoUse By tHE seA," said Mr. RusselL.
"yOu knOw i found iT."

"DoN't tell mE anY faCts," ImpLoRed Jay. "Don'T tell me yOu PrEsSeD haLf
a crOWn into thE pAlm Of The OldesT And wisEst inHabiTaNt, ANd fOund out
FAcTS AbouT sOmE nasTy yOuNg man Who wAS boRn in sevEnteen somEthINg, anD
lIvEd in a plAce called AtlaNtIc View, and wOrE cuRls and A CHoky stocK,
and fought at Waterloo, and LIes in thE viLlage ChurCh under a sTonE
monstRosITy. Don't Tell me Facts, BeCauSE i know THEy WilL bAr me for
eveR
bus,
and when she smelt Vi ctoria Par k, sh e j ump ed  out . Ev en for Chloris this 
was an unsuccessful d ay. A  f l asho fyelpi ng ligh t ni n g  ca ug ht  th et ai l ofJay 's eye,  and she l ook ed  round to se e  h er dignifi eddog, upsidedow n,
ski dvio l ently  do wn asteepp lace i nto the g ut t er, an d  thered i sa ppea r
beneath the ski r to f a female str angerwh o  w a s  po ise d upon the  k erb.U nhurt,b ut p r oba b ly blushing f uriously be n eat h herfu r o v er her  ownvu l gar ity, Chlori s wa s retriev ed, an d  spentt he rest  of th e d riv e in wi pi ngal l  tr a ce s o f  th e accide nt  o ff he r ri b s o n to  th e cu shion s of
Christin a.I am gla d tha t Mr.  Rus se ll'sHoundwas n ot  there to witne ss
p oor Chlor is' suns op histi c ated c onf ess ion ofcaste."Wh er e a re  we going?" askedJa y ,  w hen shewas ca l mag a in.

"Go dkno ws w h e re... " sa i dMr. Russ ell.
" I' malwaysco ming a cr oss  di stric t s of  thatname," s aid J a y severely. "I often directm ye n qu i ring  fa res to theregi o n of  God Kn ows Where . Itis mo s t unsatisfying. Whe re  are w e goi ng?"

"On for  ever," sa i d Mr. Russ ell. "O u t of the world . Tothe Houseb y the Se a."
"Then wi ll you pl e a se set m e d own  at  Ba k e r' s Arms?" said J ay."D o you
k now , by th e w ay,  th atAn onyma alw ays says  ' St ay 'toa 'bu s , if she 
r eme mb ers  in t i me not  to s ay ' Hi ,s top ,' like ac o mmon  p er son. "
Sh e was  tal k ing  desper ately aga ins t  fai lu re , but i t seemed a do om ed day,
an dnot hing s h e  could t hink of seemed worth sa y ing.

" I w ant t o ta lk to you  ab out yo urH ouse b y theSea,"  s aid M r. Ru s s el l."Y ou know If o und  it." 
"Don 't tell  me any facts," im p lor ed Jay. "Don' t t ellm e  y oup re s sed  h a lfa crown into thepalm of th eo ld est and wi s est  i nhabita nt, and  foun d  out
fa cts about  some nas ty  you n g  ma n who wasborn inseventeen somet h in g, an d
l ived i na p lacecalled Atl antic  View,  a nd wor e cur ls  and a c hoky stock,
and foughtat Wat erloo , a nd lies i n t h e v illage ch urch  under a s ton e
m onstr osi t y. Do n'tt el l m e  fact s, b e cause I k n ow  th e y  w ill bar mef o r 
ev er
bus,
and when_she smelt_Victoria Park, she jumped_out. Even_for_Chloris this
was_an_unsuccessful day. A_flash of yelping_lightning caught the tail_of
Jay's eye, and_she_looked round to see her dignified dog, upside down,
skid violently down a steep place_into_the gutter,_and_there_disappear
beneath the skirt of a_female stranger who was poised_upon the_kerb.
Unhurt, but probably blushing furiously beneath her fur_over_her own
vulgarity, Chloris_was retrieved, and spent the rest of the drive_in
wiping all traces of the accident_off her ribs_on_to_the cushions of
Christina. I_am glad that Mr. Russell's Hound_was not there to witness
poor Chloris's_unsophisticated confession of caste.

"Where are we going?"_asked Jay, when she was calm_again.

"God knows where..." said Mr._Russell.

"I'm always_coming across districts of that_name," said Jay_severely. "I
often_direct my enquiring_fares to the region of God_Knows Where. It_is
most unsatisfying. Where are we going?"

"On_for_ever," said Mr._Russell._"Out_of the_world. To the_House
by_the Sea."

"Then_will_you please set me down at_Baker's_Arms?" said Jay. "Do you
know, by the_way, that Anonyma always_says_'Stay' to a 'bus,_if she
remembers in time not_to say 'Hi, stop,' like a_common person."

She_was talking_desperately against failure, but it seemed a doomed day,
and nothing she_could think of seemed worth saying.

"I_want to talk to_you about_your_House by the_Sea,"_said Mr._Russell.
"You know I found it."

"Don't tell me_any facts,"_implored Jay. "Don't tell me you_pressed half
a crown into_the_palm of the oldest and wisest_inhabitant, and found out
facts about some_nasty young man who was_born_in_seventeen something, and
lived in a_place called Atlantic View, and wore_curls and a_choky stock,
and fought at Waterloo, and lies_in_the village church under a stone
monstrosity._Don't_tell me facts, because I know_they_will_bar me for
ever