still to be found. These gardens extended from the present Carlton
House Terrace to Pall Mall. Not only the Terrace, but the Carlton,
Reform, Travellers', Athenaeum, and United Service Clubs now stand
on their site. They were separated from Pall Mall by an open
colonnade, and the Corinthian pillars from the front of Carlton
House were re-erected in 1834 as the portico of the National
Gallery in Trafalgar Square.

As a child I had a wild adoration for Queen Alexandra (then, of
course, Princess of Wales), whom I thought the most beautiful
person I had ever seen in my life, and I dare say that I was not
far wrong. When I was taken to Marlborough House, I remembered and
treasured up every single word she said to me. I was not present
at the child's tea-party at Marlborough House given by the little
Princess, including his present Majesty, when SOME ONE (my loyalty
absolutely refuses to let me say who) suggested that as the woven
flowers on the carpet looked rather faded, it might be as well to
water them. The boys present, including the little Princes,
gleefully emptied can after can of water on to the floor in their
attempts to revive the carpet, to the immense improvement of the
ceiling and furniture of the room underneath.

In the "sixties" Sunday was very strictly observed. In our own
Sabbatarian family, our toys and books all disappeared on Saturday
night. On Sundays we were only allowed to read Line upon Line, The
Peep of Day, and The Fairchild Family. I wonder if any one ever
reads this book now. If they haven't, they should. Mr. and Mrs.
Fairchild were, I regret to say it, self-righteous prigs of the
deepest dye, whilst Lucy, Emily, and Henry, their children, were
all little prodigies of precocious piety. It was a curious menage;