The faithful swain having finished, gave a long sigh, and said: 'Well, I could do with some more!' 'For the matter of thet, I could do with a gargle!' Thus encouraged, the gallant returned to the bar, and soon brought out a second pint. 'You 'ave fust pop,' amorously remarked Phyllis, and he took a long drink and handed the pot to her. She, with maiden modesty, turned it so as to have a different part to drink from; but he remarked as he saw her: 'You are bloomin' particular.' Then, unwilling to grieve him, she turned it back again and applied her ruby lips to the place where his had been. 'Now we shan't be long!' she remarked, as she handed him back the pot. The faithful swain took out of his pocket a short clay pipe, blew through it, filled it, and began to smoke, while Phyllis sighed at the thought of the cool liquid gliding down her throat, and with the pleasing recollection gently stroked her stomach. Then Corydon spat, and immediately his love said: 'I can spit farther than thet.' 'I bet yer yer can't.' She tried, and did. He collected himself and spat again, further than before, she followed him, and in this idyllic contest they remained till the tootling horn warned them to take their places. * * * * * At last they reached Chingford, and here the horses were taken out and the drag, on which they were to lunch, drawn up in a sheltered spot. They were all rather hungry, but as it was not yet feeding-time, they scattered to have drinks meanwhile. Liza and Tom, with Sally and her young man, went off together to the nearest public-house, and as they drank beer, Harry, who was a great sportsman, gave them a graphic account of a prize-fight he had seen on the previous Saturday evening, which had been rendered specially memorable by one man being so hurt that he had died from the effects. It had evidently been a very fine affair, and Harry said that several swells from the West End had been present, and he related their ludicrous efforts to get in without being seen by anyone, and their terror when someone to frighten them called out 'Copper!' Then Tom and he entered into a discussion on the subject of boxing, in which Tom, being a shy and undogmatic sort of person, was entirely worsted. After this they strolled back to the brake, and found things being prepared for luncheon; the hampers were brought out and emptied, and the bottles of beer in great profusion made many a thirsty mouth thirstier. 'Come along, lidies an' gentlemen--if you are gentlemen,' shouted the coachman; 'the animals is now goin' ter be fed!' 'Garn awy,' answered somebody, 'we're not hanimals; we don't drink water.' 'You're too clever,' remarked the coachman; 'I can see you've just come from the board school.' As the former speaker was a lady of quite mature appearance, the remark was not without its little irony. The other man blew his horn by way of grace, at which Liza called out to him: