I've looked up the Azores--that's where we get some of our choicest cheese.

And camphor--I've got a pound of camphor.

And I must say positively that I always was against these wars in the far East, because all the camphor comes from Korea or one of those frightful islands and now it has gone up twenty-six cents a pound.

And then the flaxseed, Olivia dear.

I've got a tin of flaxseed, for no one can tell--" St.George doubted if she knew when he said good morning, although she named him Mr.St.John, gave him permission to go to the boat, hoped in one breath that he would come again to see them, and in the next that he would send them a copy of whatever the _Sentinel_ might publish about them, in serene oblivion of the state of the post-office department in Yaque.