I think I'll lie down again." And we heard the sound of a cork restored to its bottle as Mrs.Portheris returned to the tomb.

It was quite half an hour before she woke up, declaring that a whole night had passed and that she was more famished than ever.

"But," she added, "I feel it impossible to go on with the candle.

There is something about the wick----" "I know," said Dicky sympathetically, "unless you are born in Greenland, you cannot really enjoy them.

There is an alternative, Mrs.Portheris, but I didn't like to mention it----" "I know," she replied, "shoe leather.