is his house, isn't it?" I frequently
have letters addressed to myself sent there, and every morning and
afternoon the nurse takes the children past it for a walk. The children are
well drilled.

"Look, Priscilla, that's our garden," says Richard in a high penetrating
treble; and

"There's a darlin' little buttercup. I want to go in," Priscilla replies.

All this quiet steady pressure is bound to have its due effect in time.
Gradually I think he will begin to feel that a shadow haunts the ancestral
halls (the front one, you know, and the back passage), that a footstep not
his own treads behind him on the stair, that the dear old home will never
be happy until it is occupied by its rightful lord.

I shall send him a marked copy of this article.

EVOE.

* * * * *

_VERS TRES LIBRE._

(_Arabesque on a field of blue_).

These are the things, or gorgeous or delicate,
Imposing, intime, dazzling or repellent,
That sing--better than music's self,
Better than rhyme--
The praise and liberty of blue:
The turquoise and the peacock's neck,
The blood of kings, the deeps
Of Southern lakes, the sky
That bends over the Azores,
The language of the links, the eyes
Of fair-haired angels, the
Policeman's helmet and the backs
Of books issued by the Government,
Also the Bird of Happiness (MAETERLINCK)
And many other things such as
The Varsity colours, various kinds
Of pottery and limelight,
Some things by SWINBURNE, BURNS and EZRA POUND,
The speedwell in the glade, and, oh!
The little cubes they put in wash-tubs.

REFRAIN.

These are the things, or gorgeous or delicate,
And so on down to "liberty of blue."

* * * * *

[Illustration: "OLIVER 'ASKS' FOR MORE."

MINER. "YOU'LL BE SORRY ONE OF THESE DAYS THAT YOU DIDN'T GIVE ME
NATIONALIZATION."

PREMIER. "IF YOU KEEP ON LIKE THIS THERE WON'T BE ANY NATION LEFT TO
NATIONALIZE YOU."]

* * * * *

[Illustration: _Owner._ "SMART LITTLE THING ISN'T SHE?"

_Friend._ "PITY SHE'S SO UGLY BELOW THE WATER-LINE."

_Owner._ "OH, WELL, NOBODY WILL SEE THAT."

_Friend._ "WHAT ABOUT WHEN SHE CAPSIZES?"]

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TOOLS OF TRADE.

I am sorry for the man who took his typewriter on the Underground and was
made to buy a bicycle-ticket for it. But I have no doubt he deserved it. I
am sure that he did it in