LETTERS
A short supplementary column. The coot writes at length on the rematch's deferred moon, the Clerk of the Race's awaited return, the pebble's continued residency, and the matter of finishing third. Drake Halford writes briefly, on a point of confirmation.
DISPATCHES
The Warden's whistle, held since the classifieds of the twenty-first of April by a drake of no particular acquaintance, has gone back to the Warden at last. The cord is still missing, and the Deputy was seen turning the article in the light later in the day.
LETTERS
The week's correspondence, smaller than a season of incident would predict and, this paper notes with relief, more orderly. The co-honker writes for the first time on a small point of address; the coot anticipates the moon, Halford his records, and a quiet drake the matter of a whistle long held.
DISPATCHES
The Subcommittee took up the heron on Wednesday and could not close it, for the plainest of reasons: every party with standing to be heard on the west pier had filed nothing. The dabchicks had not filed. The fish never file. The heron filed nothing either. So the matter was deferred, and for once the deferral was hard to argue with.
DISPATCHES
The Deputy of the Sluice has filed a second conditions report, half the length of the first and twice as pointed. Under a new heading she sets three questions, and the Warden has not visited the sluice since the special session.
DISPATCHES
The calendar changed seasons on Monday and the pond declined to notice. The Deputy filed a short barometric note, the Warden filed nothing, and the older drakes pronounced the day no different from yesterday.
FROM THE POND
Sunday evening on the south bank delivered the longest rehearsal yet audible from the southern waters, a single editorial croak from the long-resident frog, and a light that behaved itself in every particular.