often the best cure for weariness: it’s change of thought and occupation, particularly if the open air is a part of the cure. I’ve forgotten I have a care in the world: all I can think of is —may I say it P —— yourself! I can’t get over the wonder of seeing you turn from What Bob calls his ‘pretty lady’ into the girl I see before me —— a girl who looks about nineteen, with a capacity for good sport in the open air I never dreamed of.”

“The open air would renew everybody’s youth, I think, if everybody would go to living out-of- doors. We’re through, aren’t we? There isn’t a crumb left! Now please go off and let me clear up and pack away. That’s always the woman’s part. Couldn’t you lie down on that inviting carpet of needles over there under the big pine and get a bit of sleep?”

“Sleep—when I can talk to you P”

She nodded. “Yes, indeed. I’m not going to talk just now, anyhow, so you might as well make the best of it. Throw yourself down with your hands under your head, and look up at those beautiful boughs. Please!”

Rather reluctantly he obeyed, and she could see that, weary as he undoubtedly still was in