What I do best is just what I'm doing--arranging things for other people, so that difficulties and unpleasantness disappear, and life looks bright again." Major Kent had provided an excellent luncheon for the party, and Miss King had revived rapidly since she landed.

She allowed herself to be persuaded to drink some weak whisky and water.

Afterwards she ate cold chicken with a good appetite.

Poor Simpkins was less fortunate.

He insisted on wearing his damp hat, and could not be persuaded to eat anything except biscuits.