you Mamma. Eh? Look at Mummy out there."

And as Bijou was scratching his legs, he took charge of him, too,

while Nana, rejoicing in the brute that bore her name, glanced round

at the other women to see how they took it. They were all raging

madly. Just then on the summit of her cab the Tricon, who had not

moved till that moment, began waving her hand and giving her

bookmaker her orders above the heads of the crowd. Her instinct had

at last prompted her; she was backing Nana.