The hippopotamus shut his eyes for a minute.
"That bird's dead," said the little girl; "come along."
Terbourg
Gogin told me that Berg, an impulsive Swede whom he had known in
Laurens's studio in Paris and who painted very well, came to London
and was taken by an artist friend [Henry Scott Tuke, A.R.A.] to the
National Gallery where he became very enthusiastic about the
Terbourgs. They then went for a walk and, in Kensington Gore, near
one of the entrances to Hyde Park or Kensington Gardens, there was an
old Irish apple-woman sitting with her feet in a basket, smoking a
pipe and selling oranges.
"Arranges two a penny, sorr," said the old woman in a general way.
And Berg, turning to her and throwing out his hands appealingly,
said:
"O, madame, avez-vous vu les Terbourgs? Allez voir les Terbourgs."
He felt that such a big note had been left out of the life of any one
who had not seen them.
At Doctors' Commons
A woman once stopped me at the entrance to Doctors' Commons and said:
"If you please, sir, can you tell me--is this the place that I came
to before?"
Not knowing where she had been before I could not tell her.
The Sack of Khartoum
As I was getting out of a 'bus the conductor said to me in a
confidential tone:
"I say, what does that mean? 'Sack of Khartoum'? What does 'Sack of
Khartoum' mean?"
"It means," said I, "that they've taken Khartoum and played hell with
it all round.
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