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International bickering.
With mimic din of stroke and ward The broadsword upon target jarr'd.
The Lady of the Lake.
Robin Anstruther was telling stories at the tea-table.
"I got acquainted with an American girl in rather a queer sort of way," he said, between cups.

"It was in London, on the Duke of York's wedding-day.

I'm rather a tall chap, you see, and in the crowd somebody touched me on the shoulder, and a plaintive voice behind me said, 'You're such a big man, and I am so little, will you please help me to save my life?
My mother was separated from me in the crowd somewhere as we were trying to reach the Berkeley, and I don't know what to do.' I was a trifle nonplussed, but I did the best I could.

She was a tiny thing, in a marvellous frock and a flowery hat and a silver girdle and chatelaine.