(_By the Expert Wrinkler_)
Where to spend Saturday to Monday is, of course, the prevailing and
stubborn problem in many of the stately homes of England. What then
must be the difficulty when the question to be answered is where to
spend the Easter holidays? The reply depends, of course, very much
upon the time that can be expended upon the vacation. If, to take an
example, a gentleman has only a week at his disposal, it is little
use his thinking very seriously of India or the Cape; but Paris is, of
course, well within his power. Given a fortnight he might get as far
as Rome if he wished to, although for my part I prefer Monte. On this
favourite resort, however, I need not dwell at present, as my readers
will remember a paragraph on Monte and suitable costume there which
I wrote some two or three years ago on the occasion of one of the
infrequent breakings of the bank.
[Illustration: SCENE--_South of France Winter Resort_
_Aunt._ "Kitty, if you don't behave yourself properly, I'll tell your
mamma. When I was your age, I was a good girl."
_Kitty._ "And are you very wicked now, aunt?"]
[Illustration: AN INNOCENT OFFENDER
What is all this about? Why, it is against the law to carry plants of
any kind, alive or dead, into Italy, and the officials at the Italian
dogana (custom-house) near Mentone have just been told that an English
gentleman, with a rose in his button hole, has strolled by, towards
Ventimiglia. So they are after the unsuspecting criminal!]
[Illustration: 'ARRY'S AND 'ARRIET'S 'OLIDAY TRIP]
[Illustration: SCENE--_Hotel in Cologne_
_Fidgety English Party._ "There seems to be quite a commotion in the
hotel, Kellner!"
_Kellner._ "Ja wohl! De _drain_ has chust gom in, kvite full!"
[_Fidgety Party, who is not yet accustomed to the German way of
pronouncing English, is aghast._
]