That carnivorous company went on.

They've got to eat six kinds of meat and two meat pies and--currants! I haven't.

Your mother calls me up on the phone every morning--me, who am living here in luxury, seven courses at every dinner--and asks anxiously, "And how _are_ you, dear ?" I answer: "Prime, and how are _you_ ?" We are all enjoying ourselves, you see, and I don't have to eat six kinds of meat and two meat pies and--currants! They do; and may Heaven save 'em and get 'em home safe! [Illustration: Col.

Edward M.House.From a painting by P.A.
Laszlo] [Illustration: The Rt.Hon.Herbert Henry Asquith, Prime Minister of Great Britain, 1908-1916] It's lovely in London now--fine, shining days and showers at night and Ranelagh beautiful, and few people here; but I don't deny its loneliness--somewhat.

Yet sleep is good, and easy and long.