And after she had departed like a young whirlwind I had another thrill. The curate and his wife called, and he turned out to be Mr Williams. He is still solemn, and thinner and limper even than he used to be, but he cheered up a bit at the mention of the Bishop of Ligeria. She is a frail little person with a dress like a spasm and the most desolating hat it has been my lot to meet for years. I wonder if she dresses so from choice or poverty. I was glad my brother was in London when they called. His eyes would have been fascinated by the reserve of food on Mr Williams’s coat. Funny old thing I Ross is always so well-groomed himself that, like the robin, he makes all the other birds look dirty. When he came home he brought a hamper. ’The one in the miggle’s in there,’ he said with pride. ’You are famed for your lucidity,’ I remarked politely. It was a kitten for the Gidger, such a purring, fluffy atom, just out of the frame and christened Fitzbattleaxe by my daughter the moment she saw it. When Nannie had whisked her away, Ross said,— ’You’ll have to put up with me for a bit longer, old thing. I got a big overhauling to-day. They say my arm is better, and I can have it in a sling now instead of these infernal bandages.’ ’Well, that’s something,’ I observed, but Ross is not of a grateful nature. ’Small something, I think,’ he snorted. ’Boards are a lot of old women, said I must be content to "Make haste slowly," as if I were a schoolgirl. I want to be back with my men. Oh, what an awful time it seems since I saw anybody decent.’ ’Well,’ I ejaculated, ’if that’s not the pink-edged limit!’ ’Oh, twins don’t count, Meg, but I am in a vile temper. Let’s go and do something. Clean the greenhouse roof, shall we? There’s just light enough. Come on!’ Ross decided the plan of campaign. I was to pour the water from my bedroom window on to the glass beneath, while he, armed with a long broom borrowed from the kitchen, would stand on a pair of steps in the garden and clean the glass with the broom aforesaid. ’Now, Meg, plenty of water, no stinting,’ he ordered. So I got a huge canfull, and in order that Ross should have all the water he desired, I poured it out, not from the spout but from the other end, with great pride and force. Alas, ’the ways of mice and men aft gang agley.’ The gutter of the beastly thing was too small to catch my Niagara, and the entire volume of water rushed over the glass, down Ross’s neck, into his eyes and mouth, flooding his pockets and soaking him to the skin. He gave one awful yell and overbalanced into the water butt, the lid of which, of course, was off (it would be in my garden). In my agitation I dropped the can, which followed the water in a wild leap on to the path below, smashing two or three panes of glass in its mad career. ’Well, you have done it,’ said Ross, surveying the wreckage from the water tub. ’There’s no doubt if you want a thing really well done, it’s best to do it oneself.’