"The thrill and bustle of a campaign must be wonderfully exciting." "The novelty of marching steadily in a blazing sun, drinking bad water, and shoveling trenches half the night, soon wears off," he said with a short laugh, and changed the subject.

"One could imagine that you're not fond of quietness." Sylvia shivered.

The memory of her two years in Canada could not be banished.

She looked back on them with something like horror.
"No," she declared; "I hate it! It's deadly to me." "Well, I've an idea.

There's the Dene Hall charity gymkana comes off in a few days.