This morning I was really badly provoked.

For one thing, I was very busy doing the accounts of the Girls' Club (you know I have no head for figures), and Mrs.Morton strolled in to see me, to cheer me up, she said.

Cheer me up! She maddened me.

I haven't been forty years a minister's wife without learning patience, but it would have done me all the good in the world to take that woman by her expensive fur coat and walk her rapidly out of the room.

She sat there breathing opulence, and told me how hard it was for her to live--she, a lone woman with six servants to wait on her and a car and a chauffeur! 'I am not going to give to this War Memorial,' she said.