A hoary old magpie accompanied her, evidently of great age, and from time to time barked like an old bulldog, in a wheezy whisper.
"My dear," said the major; "Hamlyn is going to read aloud some manuscript to us." "That will be very delightful, this hot weather," said Mrs.Buckley.
"May I ask the subject, old friend ?" "I would rather you did not, my dear madam; you will soon discover, in spite of a change of names, and perhaps somewhat of localities." "Well, go on," said the major; and so on I went with the next chapter, which is the first of the story.
The reader will probably ask: "Now, who on earth is Major Buckley?
and who is Captain Brentwood?
and last not least, who the Dickens are you ?" If you will have patience, my dear sir, you will find it all out in a very short time--Read on..