Papa Geordie, tell the waiter to bring a blank, and we'll concoct a message between us.

Is that all right for you, Mother ?" Mrs.Harley looked rather like a woman being asked to run a quarter of a mile to catch a train, but she gave a little laugh and said, "Yes, dear.

I think so, although, perhaps, to-morrow--" "To-day is a much better word," said Joan.

She was sick of to-morrow and to-morrow.

"Packing won't take any time.