"Youngster of yours is growin', Surrarry," said a red-faced man.

"Who's his stable companion ?" Taffy was introduced, and to his embarrassment Sir Harry began to relate his ridiculous mistake at lunch.

The men roared with laughter.
He made another, quite as ridiculous, at the pastry-cook's where Sir Harry ordered tea.

"What'll you take with it?
Call for what you like, only don't poison yourselves." Taffy referring his gaze from the buns and confections on the counter to the card in his hands, which was inscribed with words in unknown tongues, made a bold plunge and announced that he would take a "_marasheno_." This tickled Sir Harry mightily.

He ordered the waitress with a wink to "bring the young gentleman a _marasheno_"; and Taffy, who had expected something in the shape of a macaroon, was confronted with a tiny glass of a pale liquor, which, when tasted, in the most surprising manner put sunshine into his stomach and brought tears into his eyes.