When the Squire Came Home.

The Squire, having been absent from home for some months, was met on his return by his chauffeur. “Anything been happening George?” —“Oh, nothing much, sir, except, well, the dog's dead.” — “Oh, I am sorry, Poor Toby. How did that happen?” —“I reckons, sir,‘e got charcoal poisonin”’ — “I say, where did he pick that up?” — “I reckon it was when the garage was burnt down, sir.” — “Good heavens! How did it come to be burned?” —“Well, sir, I think meself, it was the flames spreading from the ‘ouse that did it.” — “Good Lord! Are you telling me that the Hall is burnt out as well? When did that occur?” —“I don't exactly remember the date, sir, but I recollects it was the night your wife ran away with the Major.”

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