"Come with us, Mac, old thing," but Mac Drawled: "No, a Coral Isle for me, A warm green jewel in the South Sea. There's merit in a lumber shack And labour is a grand thing ... but Give me my hot beach and my cocoanut." So then we built and stocked for Willy A log-hut, and for Mac a calm Rockabye cradle on a palm-- Idyllic dwellings--but this silly Mad War has now wrecked both, and what Better hopes has my little cottage got? July, 1915. * * * * * TRANSCRIBER'S NOTES Minor punctuation and printer errors repaired. Italic text is denoted by _underscores_ and small capitals by =plus signs=. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Over the Brazier, by Robert Graves