ess necks and abbreviated skirts with horror. What with the
loss _en route_ of several necessary articles of apparel, and the
discovery of this further depletion of my wardrobe, I regard the
oncoming winter with some misgivings.

One of the crew on the Northern Light, _alias_ the Prophet, so-called
because he is spirit brother to the Prophet of Doom, took a keen
relish in my discomfiture, or I fancied he did. He it was who put the
question in the doctor's Bible class, "Is it religious to wear
overalls to church?" The house officer had carefully saved a pair of
clean khaki trousers to honour the Sunday services, but in the local
judgment they were no fit garment for the Lord's house. Local
judgment, I may add, was not so drastic in its strictures on boudoir
caps. Some very pretty ones came to service on the heads of the choir,
but the verdict was a unanimously favourable one. A nomadic _Ladies'
Home Journal_ was responsible for their origin.

[Illustration: THE PROPHET OF DOOM]

"Out of the mouths of babes," etc. I have been trying to teach the
little ones the thirteenth chapter of Corinthians. Whilst undressing
Solomon the other night I had occasion, or it seemed to me that I had,
to speak somewhat sharply to one of the others. When I turned my
attention again to Solomon, he enunciated solemnly in his baby tones,
"Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels and have not
love, I am become as sounding brass and a tinkling cymbal."

You complain most unjustly that I do not give a chronological account
of events. I give you the incidents which punctuate my days, and as
for the background, nothing could be simpler than to fill it in.

To divert your mind from such adverse criticism, let me tell you that
there is a strong suspicion abroad that I am a devout adherent of the
Roman Church. Rumours of this have been coming to me from time to
time, but I determined to withhold the news till its source was less
in question. Now I have it on the undeniable authority of the
Prophet. I have candles, lighted ones, on the dining-room table at
dinner. _Post hoc, propter hoc_--and what further proof is needed!

[Illustration: ANANIAS HAS BROKEN YET ANOTHER WINDOW]

Ananias has broken yet another window. When I questioned him as to
when the deed had been committed, he replied politely, but mournfully,
that he really could not tell me how many YEARS ago it was,
as if I were seeking to unearth some long undiscovered crime