No More Learning

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"No, dear, but somebody's scalp is generally drying at your wigwam-door.
Soaking, rather. "

This was an allusion to the Hawley Boy, who was in the habit of riding
all across Simla in the Rains, to call on Mrs. Hauksbee. That lady
laughed.

"For my sins, the Aide at Tyrconnel last night told me off to The
Mussuck. Hsh! Don't laugh. One of my most devoted admirers. When the
duff came--some one really ought to teach them to make pudding at
Tyrconnel--The Mussuck was at liberty to attend to me. "

"Sweet soul! I know his appetite," said Mrs. Mallowe. "Did he, oh did
he, begin his wooing? "

"By a special mercy of Providence, no.
He explained his importance as a
Pillar of the Empire. I didn't laugh. "

"Lucy, I don't believe you. "

"Ask Captain Sangar; he was on the other side. Well, as I was saying,
The Mussuck dilated. "

"I think I can see him doing it," said Mrs. Mallowe, pensively,
scratching her fox-terrier's ears.

"I was properly impressed. Most properly. I yawned openly. 'Strict
supervision, and play them off one against the other,' said The
Mussuck, shoveling down his ice by tureenfuls, I assure you. 'That, Mrs.
Hauksbee, is the secret of our Government. '"

Mrs. Mallowe laughed long and merrily. "And what did you say?