![]() To such an audience a story may be told a hundred times, but it must be told, as Kipling says, “Just so!” that is, in the same way because, even a romance (what a three-year-old once excused as “only a play tell”) must be true-to itself! Those with experience will know what followed and, for those less fortunate, the modest demand of one, comfortably tucked up tailorwise, and emphasising his points by excited hand-shakes with his toes, will convey the idea: “It must be all true! and don’t leave out anything!” It happened some years ago, and this was the way of it: the Fox of Ballybotherem having served three generations-in his native Tipperary, in Kaffraria, and in the Transvaal-seemed entitled to a rest and when, in the half-hour before ‘lights out,’ which is the Little People’s particular own, the demand came from certain Autocrats of the Nightgown: “Now, tell us something else!” it occurred to the Puzzled One to tell of Jock’s fight with the table leg. ![]() ![]() That was Old Rocky’s advice, given three-and-twenty years ago-not forgotten yet, but, in this instance, respectfully ignored. “Sonny, you kin reckon it dead sure, thar’s something wrong ’bout a thing that don’t explain itself.”
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