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Pig in the garden story9/21/2023 ![]() Matilda was of an age when thought is action she slid down from the branches of the medlar tree, and when she clambered back again Tarquin, the huge white Yorkshire boar-pig, had exchanged the narrow limits of his stye for the wider range of the grass paddock. After all, as every one else is enjoying themselves, I don't see why Tarquin shouldn't have an afternoon out." What a pity Tarquin Superbus isn't loose in the paddock. "Serves them right for not coming in by the proper entrance. "They'll find the door locked, and they'll jolly well have to go back the way they came," she remarked to herself. Matilda Cuvering, with the alert eyes of thirteen years old and the added advantage of an exalted position in the branches of a medlar tree, had enjoyed a good view of the Stossen flanking movement and had foreseen exactly where it would break down in execution. There was a certain amount of furtive haste mingled with the stateliness of their advance, as though hostile search-lights might be turned on them at any moment and, as a matter of fact, they were not unobserved. Stossen and her daughter, suitably arrayed for a county garden party function with an infusion of Almanack de Gotha, sailed through the narrow grass paddock and the ensuing gooseberry garden with the air of state barges making an unofficial progress along a rural trout stream. ![]() If she didn't choose to take the hint and send me an invitation it's not my fault, is it? Here we are: we just cut across the grass and through that little gate into the garden." Cuvering in the road yesterday and talked very pointedly about the Princess. Every one of any consequence in the county, with the exception of ourselves, has been asked to meet the Princess, and it would be far more troublesome to invent explanations as to why we weren't there than to get in by a roundabout way. "To a garden party, yes to the garden party of the season, certainly not. "Isn't it a lot of trouble to take for getting admittance to a garden party?" It's much safer than going in by the front entrance and running the risk of coming bang up against the hostess that would be so awkward when she doesn't happen to have invited us." There is a door that opens from the fruit garden into a shrubbery, and once we emerge from there we can mingle with the guests as if we had come in by the ordinary way. I went all over the place last year when the family were away. Philidore Stossen to her daughter, "through a small grass paddock and then through a walled fruit garden full of gooseberry bushes. "There is a back way on to the lawn," said Mrs. ![]()
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