many futile efforts, however, he only succeeded in coiling the lash tightly round his own legs; and that made an end of it; the old man gave it up.
'Show us some more, mum,' said he. 'I've got too old and stiff for them games,'—as if in his youth he had been quite at home with the stock-whip, and only of late years had got rusty in the art of cracking it.
'Right you are,' said Gladys, gaily, when her laughter was over—she had a hearty, but a rather musical laugh. 'Give me the whip. Now, have you got a coin—a sixpence? No? No odds, here's half a sov. in my purse that'll do as well; and you shall have it, either of you that do this side o' Christmas what I'm going to do now. I'm going to show you a trick and a half!'
Her eyes sparkled with excitement: she was rather over-excited, perhaps. She placed the coin upon the ground, retreated several paces, measured the distance with her eye, and smartly raised the handle of the stock-whip. The crack that followed was the plain, straightforward crack, only executed with greater precision than before. Then she had resembled nothing so much as an angler idly flogging a stream; the difference was that
