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"My dear fellow, that's just what I want"

"Oh, it's pleasant enough if you want to lead the idle life I drill with the volunteers twice a week, and lend a hand at the farularly 'on the land' She is up at five everyto ood life taking it all round--if it weren't for that fellow Alfred Inglethorp!" He checked the car suddenly, and glanced at his watch "I wonder if we've time to pick up Cynthia No, she'll have started from the hospital by now"

"Cynthia! That's not your wife?"

"No, Cynthia is a protegee of hter of an old schoolfellow of hers, who irl was left an orphan and penniless My mother came to the rescue, and Cynthia has been with us nearly two years now She works in the Red Cross Hospital at Tadminster, seven miles away"

As he spoke the last words, we drew up in front of the fine old house A lady in a stout tweed skirt, as bending over a flower bed, straightened herself at our approach

"Hullo, Evie, here's our wounded hero! Mr Hastings--Miss Howard"

Miss Howard shook hands with a hearty, alrip I had an impression of very blue eyes in a sunburnt face She was a pleasant-looking woman of about forty, with a deep voice, ale sensible square body, with feet to ood thick boots Her conversation, I soon found, was couched in the telegraphic style

"Weeds grow like house afire Can't keep even with 'em Shall press you in Better be careful"

"I'hted to make myself useful," I responded

"Don't say it Never does Wish you hadn't later"

"You're a cynic, Evie," said John, laughing "Where's tea to-day--inside or out?"

"Out Too fine a day to be cooped up in the house"

"Co for to-day 'The labourer is worthy of his hire', you know Co off her gardening gloves, "I'ree with you"

She led the way round the house to where tea was spread under the shade of a large sycaure rose from one of the basket chairs, and cas," said John

I shall never forget ht of Mary Cavendish Her tall, slender forht; the vivid sense of slu fire that seemed to find expression only in those wonderful tawny eyes of hers, remarkable eyes, different from any other woman's that I have ever known; the intense power of stillness she possessed, which nevertheless conveyed the impression of a wild untas are burnt into et them