ness. "I usedter used one like that fer to encouridge Bill—that knowin' lill' oss I tole you abaht."
"Yes," replied Boodle, "the one that won the great race by a short tongue. . . . This is Daddy's polo whip. He's out visiting the Districts, so he doesn't want it just now."
"Districk-visitin', is he?" said Bobball.
"He's visiting the Districts," admitted Boodle.
"My muvver went Districk-visitin' onct," mused Bobball. "She took me wiv' 'er, she did, too. . . . It were a lark."
"Was your mother in India then, Bobball?" inquired the puzzled Boodle.
"No, Missy. She were not. She went Districk-visitin' in the East, she did, but it were the East End, an' that ain't no mofussil neether. That's in Lunnon, that is."
"I have been to London, Bobball," was the cold reply, "and there are no 'districts' in England. You don't take tents and go out into the 'districts' there, nor go 'up country'; and you don't have 'head-quarter stations' either. . . . Perhaps you are talking Tosh, though. . . ."
