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Show PRINCESS MARY'S (QIIJ'I‘ HOUR "I'oor dear." .she says. "your appelite has completely gone,‘ and then .she rushes to the kitchen to cook the sole with her nun hands. In half an hour .she steals into your room with it. and then you (who have been womlerincr why she ls so long) start, up protesting: , .. " I hope. Marion. this is nothing l'or me. " Only the least bit of a sole. dear.~ " Rut'I told you I could eat nothing." " \Vell. this is nothing. it is so small." THE SPY You look again. and see with reliel' that it is a large sole. " I would much rather that you tool; it away." tat. dear .. BY C. A. BIRMINGHAM 1rmu-iu,,.\- by n. It. .\iii.i..\i: " I tell you I have no appetite.-~ " ()l' course I know that : but how can you hope to preserve your strength it you eat so little f had nothing all day." OUR village used to be one of the quietest in England. "'e prided ourselves that nothing ever happened there to excite or worry us in any You ha\e way. You glance at her face to see it she is in earnest. For you can remember three breakfasts. tour luncheons and two dinners: but evidently she is not .iesting‘. 'I‘hen you yield. "Oh. well. to keep my health up I may just put a l'ork into it." " I)o. dear: it will do you good. though you lia\e no caring for it," lake :1 holiday in bed. it' only to disemer what an angel your wile is. There is one thing.)r to guard against. Neicr call it a holiday. (‘onlinue not to feel sure what is \i'roner with you. and to talk vaguely ol getting up presently. Your wil'e will siieetst calling in the doctor, but pooh-pooh him. lie firm on that point. The chances are that he wont understand your case. The chances are that he won't ux derstand your case Colonel Challenger, ot‘ the Royal Engineers. retired. ot'ten eon- gratulated the Vicar. who is upwards of sixty-tire years ot" age. on the unbroken peace which we enjoyed. The Vicar used to remind me, once a fortnight or so, that we owed our happiness largely to the fact that we were eight miles from a railway station. \Vhen I met llankly. a retired Indian judge, in the post olliee I invariably pointed out, to him that our lot would be much less pleasant it' we lived in a neighlmurhood where tennis parties were rile or among,r people who expected us to turn out in the evening's after dinner to play cards. Lord Manby. who owns the, Village and all the country round it. used to pay a \‘isit to his home every year and ask us each to lunch with him once. \Ve all accepted these imitations, but we told each other that they were a horrible nuisance and a most disagreeable break in the monotony ol' our lives. I think we were all quite honest and really believed that we were perfectly happy. 'l'hen Mrs. Clegg (I. Mimn'is rented the Manor House from Lord Manby. and all peace came to an end for us. She described hersell' on her visiting ~ards as "‘ the Honourable Mrs. Minnns." and that disturbed us to begin with. \Ve had to meet each other pretty frequently to discuss how she could be the Honourable Mrs. anything. She was plainly and unmistaloibly an American. and the Vicar was of opinion that. since there are no titles in the American Republic. neither Mrs. Mimms nor her late husband could be the deseendaut ot' a lord. Hankly. who has seen a great, deal of the world. told us that Amerieau ambassadors are styled the Right Honourable. and that, Mrs. Minnnss husband might f'om/rlji/J in l/w' (152.1. by H. .I. [firming/inn 5) mm Miisywllwm- |