Here it is." The Doctor took the bedraggled paper with a rueful face.

"Everything seems to be wrong to-day," he remarked.

"What is this sudden enthusiasm about chemistry, Ida ?" "Oh, I am trying to live up to Mrs.Westmacott's teaching." "Quite right! quite right!" said he, though perhaps with less heartiness than he had shown the day before.

"Ah, here is breakfast at last!" But nothing was comfortable that morning.

There were eggs without egg-spoons, toast which was leathery from being kept, dried-up rashers, and grounds in the coffee.