When you get home tell your Father all about it, and if he says No, you can just bring the shillings back to me.' So we took the shillings, and she shook hands with us and said, 'Good-bye, and good hunting!' We did tell Father about it, and he said it was all right, and when he looked at the card he told us we were highly honoured, for the lady wrote better poetry than any other lady alive now.

We had never heard of her, and she seemed much too jolly for a poet.

Good old Kipling! We owe him those two shillings, as well as the Jungle books!.