A HOME STATION--WHAT MRS.

BULLER THOUGHT OF IT--WHAT MAJOR BULLER THOUGHT OF IT.
Riflebury, in the south of England--our next station--was a very lively place.

"There was always something going on." "Somebody was always dropping in." "People called and stayed to lunch in a friendly way." "One was sure of some one at afternoon tea." "What with croquet and archery in the Gardens, meeting friends on the Esplanade, concerts at the Rooms, shopping, and changing one's novels at the circulating library, one really never had a dull hour." So said "everybody;" and one or two people, including Major Buller, added that "One never had an hour to one's self." "If you had any one occupation, you'd know how maddening it is," he exclaimed, one day, in a fit of desperation.
"Any one occupation!" cried Mrs.Buller, to whom he had spoken.

"I'm sure, Edward, I'm always busy.

I never have a quiet moment from morning to night, it seems to me.