  Alas! the Coaching Clubs’ fascinating meets are a thing of the past Eve draws up a list of things to do if the Zeps do come. She is seen reading it to Tou-Tou, who is visibly impressed She carefully packs her hamper every night in case she may have to pic-nic out among the dÉbris of her home the next day. Tou-Tou, as you see, is wearing his respirator Here we have a vivid picture of Eve, hamper packed and ready (Tou-Tou on guard), keeping one eye open for the alarm. A considerable clamour awakens her, so— —she arises fixes her respirator, and prepares to descend to the darkness of the cellars— —only to find the disturbance was caused by a cordon of those gallant fellows, the “Extry-Spechuls,” who are visibly determined to guard her from all possible calamity |
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