I've read so recently." "One can," smiled the shipwrecked philosopher readily, "provided his motor isn't deaf and dumb and insanely indifferent to suggestion.

When it grows shy and silent, one swims eventually and drips home, unless a dog barks and a rescuer emerges from the trees equipped with sympathy and common sense.

I've a mechanician back there," he added sociably.
"He--he's in a tree, I think.

I--er--mislaid him in a very dangerous air current." "Are you aware," inquired the girl, biting her lip, "that you're trespassing ?" "Lord, no!" exclaimed the aviator.

"You don't mean it.