The Talking-Out of Tarrington
moment of national emergency, could possibly belong to Spoopin's Horse."
The new-comer smiled weakly, as one who is not to be put off by mere flippancy, and began again with patient persistency:
"I think you ought to remember my name"
"I shall," said Clovis, with an air of immense sincerity. "My aunt was asking me only this morning to suggest names for four young owls she's just had sent her as pets. I shall call them all Tarrington; then if one or two of them die or fly away, or leave us in any of the ways that pet owls are prone to, there will be always one or two left to carry on your name. And my aunt won't let me forget it; she will always be asking, 'Have the Tarringtons had their mice?' and questions of that sort. She says if you keep wild creatures in captivity you ought to see after their wants, and of course she's quite right there."
"I met you at luncheon at your aunt's house once" broke in Mr. Tarrington, pale but still resolute.
"My aunt never lunches," said Clovis; "she belongs to the National Anti-luncheon League, which is doing quite a lot of good
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