"Think of it," said she, as she shook her enormous diamond ear-rings as I sat next to her at dinner one Sunday night not long ago, "think of it--what an easy time I now have.

I don't have to start till half-past seven and I get home at half-past six!" I could fill forty pages with stories like these.

This very Sunday I went to see a bedridden old lady who sent me word that she had something to tell me.

Here it was: An English flying man's machine got out of order and he had to descend in German territory.

The Germans captured him and his machine.