But the drive on Calais has failed, as I felt perfectly sure it would, and the Kaiser will not eat his Christmas dinner in London this year.

Do you know, Mrs.Dr.dear,"-- Susan's voice lowered as a token that she was going to impart a very shocking piece of information,--"I have been told on good authority--or else you may be sure I would not be repeating it when it concerns a minster--that the Rev.Mr.Arnold goes to Charlottetown every week and takes a Turkish bath for his rheumatism.

The idea of him doing that when we are at war with Turkey?
One of his own deacons has always insisted that Mr.
Arnold's theology was not sound and I am beginning to believe that there is some reason to fear it.

Well, I must bestir myself this afternoon and get little Jem's Christmas cake packed up for him.

He will enjoy it, if the blessed boy is not drowned in mud before that time." Jem was in camp on Salisbury Plain and was writing gay, cheery letters home in spite of the mud.