refused to respect the privacy even of my own bedroom, I should
go apart with Pomfret, and perfect my rendering in the shelter of
the countryside.

"Have pity upon our animal life!" cried Berry, when I made known
my intention. "Consider the flora and fauna of our happy shire!"

"Hush, brother," said I. "You know not what you say. I shall
not seek the fields. Rather- "

"That's something. We don't want you hauled up for
sheep-worrying just now."

"- shall I repair to some sequestered grove. There, when I shall
commune with myself, Nature will go astray. Springtime will come
again. Trees will break forth into blossom, meadows will blow
anew, and the voice of the turtle- "

"If you don't ring off," said Berry. "I'll set George at you."

George is our gorgonzola, which brings me back to Pomfret.
Pomfret is a little two-seater. I got him because I thought he'd
be so useful just to run to and fro when the car was out. And he
is. We made friends at Olympia, and I took to him at once. A
fortnight later, Jill was driving him delightedly round and round
in front of the house. After watching her for a while, Berry got
in and sat down by her side.

"Not that I want a drive," he explained carefully; but I want to
see if my dressing-case will be able to stand it as far as the