IN WHICH MY HAIR CAUSES A LOT OF THINGS You go to Trulyruralania from Charing Cross.

In passing through Paris we picked up Mlle.

Beljambe, who was going to Kohlslau, the capital of Trulyruralania, to marry the Grand Duke Michael, who, however, as I was informed, was in love with the Princess Flirtia.

She blushed on seeing me--but, I was told afterwards, declined being introduced to me on any account.

However, I thought nothing of this, and went on to Bock, the next station to Kohlslau.