It is a far cry from our happy, beautiful life here, to Central Africa.

You have jumped me to the goal, without any knowledge of the way.

Now suppose you take me gently along your mental route." Ronald flung himself, with a sigh of relief, into the deep basket-work chair opposite Helen's.

His boyish face cleared visibly; then brightened into enthusiasm.

He stretched out his legs, put his hands behind his head, and looked admiringly across at his wife.
"Helen, you are so perfectly splendid in always understanding, always making it quite easy for a fellow to tell you things.