Winsome Winnie and other New Nonsense Novels. Stephen Leacock

      "For the All England Ping-Pong match?"

      "No, for the Dog Show. The Prime Minister felt that the Cabinet ought to attend. He said that their presence there would help to bind the colonies to us. I understand also that he has a pup in the show himself. He took the Cabinet with him."

      "And why not you?" asked Lady Elphinspoon.

      "You forget, my dear," said the baronet, "as Foreign Secretary my presence at a Dog Show might be offensive to the Shah of Persia. Had it been a Cat Show–"

      The baronet paused and shook his head in deep gloom.

      "John," said his wife, "I feel that there is something more. Did anything happen at the House?"

      Sir John nodded.

      "A bad business," he said. "The Wazuchistan Boundary Bill was read this afternoon for the third time."

      No woman in England, so it was generally said, had a keener political insight than Lady Elphinspoon.

      "The third time," she repeated thoughtfully, "and how many more will it have to go?"

      Sir John turned his head aside and groaned.

      "You are faint," exclaimed Lady Elphinspoon, "let me ring for tea."

      The baronet shook his head.

      "An egg, John—let me beat you up an egg."

      "Yes, yes," murmured Sir John, still abstracted, "beat it, yes, do beat it."

      Lady Elphinspoon, in spite of her elevated position as the wife of the Foreign Secretary of Great Britain, held it not beneath her to perform for her husband the plainest household service. She rang for an egg. The butler broke it for her into a tall goblet filled with old sherry, and the noble lady, with her own hands, beat the stuff out of it. For the veteran politician, whose official duties rarely allowed him to eat, an egg was a sovereign remedy. Taken either in a goblet of sherry or in a mug of rum, or in half a pint of whisky, it never failed to revive his energies.

      The effect of the egg was at once visible in the brightening of his eye and the lengthening of his ears.

      "And now explain to me," said his wife, "what has happened. What is this Boundary Bill?"

      "We never meant it to pass," said Sir John. "It was introduced only as a sop to public opinion. It delimits our frontier in such a way as to extend our suzerainty over the entire desert of El Skrub. The Wazoos have claimed that this is their desert. The hill tribes are restless. If we attempt to advance the Wazoos will rise. If we retire it deals a blow at our prestige."

      Lady Elphinspoon shuddered. Her long political training had taught her that nothing was so fatal to England as to be hit in the prestige.

      "And on the other hand," continued Sir John, "if we move sideways, the Ohulîs, the mortal enemies of the Wazoos, will strike us in our rear."

      "In our rear!" exclaimed Lady Elphinspoon in a tone of pain. "Oh, John, we must go forward. Take another egg."

      "We cannot," groaned the Foreign Secretary. "There are reasons which I cannot explain even to you, Caroline, reasons of State, which absolutely prevent us from advancing into Wazuchistan. Our hands are tied. Meantime if the Wazoos rise, it is all over with us. It will split the Cabinet."

      "Split the Cabinet!" repeated Lady Elphinspoon in alarm. She well knew that next to a blow in the prestige the splitting of the Cabinet was about the worst thing that could happen to Great Britain. "Oh, John, they must