advising him to be careful of the switching raspers with which the country abounded, and which might be fatal to his nice nutmeg-coloured trousers. The rest of the ‘field’ followed, the fall of the ground enabling them to see ‘how thick Jawleyford was with my lord.’ Old Blossomnose, who, we should observe, had slipped away unperceived on Jawleyford’s arrival, took a bird’s-eye view from the rear. Naughty Blossom was riding the horse that ought to have gone in the ‘chay’ to Jawleyford Court.