So wooden!" [Illustration: Momma was enjoying herself.] Poppa said he didn't know that he had been relying much on the poplar feature of the scenery, and returned to his weary search for American telegrams in a London daily paper.
"Dear me," momma ejaculated, "I _never_ supposed I should see them doing it! And right along the line of the railway, too!" "See them doing it!" I repeated, searching the landscape.
"The women working in the fields, darling love.

Garnering the grain, all in that nice moderate shade of blue-electric, shouldn't you call it?
There--there's another! No, you can't see her now.

France _is_ fascinating!" Poppa abruptly folded the newspaper.

"I've learnt a great deal more than I wanted to know about Madagascar," said he, "and I understand that there's a likelihood of the London voter being called to arms to prevent High Church trustees introducing candles and incense into the opening exercises of the public schools.

I've read eleven different accounts of a battle in Korea, and an article on the fauna and flora of Beluchistan, very well written.