So I wrote to the Gallery thus:--

DEAR SIRS (it seemed absurd to write "Dear Gallery"),--In 1914 or

1915 I brought you a small oil painting, which you agreed to sell

or return to me. As I haven't heard from you since, I conclude

that there has been nothing doing in such pictures and I should

like to have it back. The picture is quite a small one, about the

size of an ordinary book, and so far as I recollect it portrays

a man looking at a horse, to see if its withers stand where they

did; or perhaps wondering whether he would sell it and buy a

scooter. As a matter of fact I never took particular notice of the

picture, not caring for it, but a friend of mine who knows it well

appears interested in it and wants to buy it. So please let me

have it back as soon as possible.

Yours faithfully,

Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 156, March 26, 1919 · 第 11 / 60 题