And it's best when you've ridden hard all day, and, in the cool of an October evening, to sit down by a roaring fire in the woods with the dry leaves beneath you, and the clear sky above you." "Hear! hear!" said Warner.

"Who's dithyrambic now?
But you're right, Dick.

War is a terrible thing.

Besides being a ruthless slaughter it's an economic waste,--did you ever think of that, you reckless youngsters ?-- but it has a few minor compensations, and one of them is an evening like this.

Why, everything tastes good to us.