Away, away, we'll roam To seek our fairy home, While the silver moon illuminates the place. The six placed both hands on their breasts and stood with bowed heads, motionless except for a continuous and rhythmic bending of the knees, while Bertie sang the chorus softly, lingeringly. Then, stretching out their arms, they swayed their bodies from side to side as their leader had previously done, while Bertie himself drifted in and out between them, and all rendered the chorus for the second time. Moon, moon, moon, We'll come soon, soon. Across the hills while all the world is dreaming. Moon, moon, moon, I want to swoon, swoon, When I see your white rays beaming, gleaming, streaming. There was a moment's emotional silence, broken by a thunder of rapturous applause. The Song Scena, all too short, was finished. Anxious not to risk spoiling the impression, I arose and left hastily before the next turn. * * * * * Illustration: _She._ "HERBERT, I CAN'T FIND MY BATHING-DRESS ANYWHERE!" _He._ "SEE IF YOU'VE GOT IT ON." * * * * * "Young M'Pherson, the Blackford jumper, is anxious to fix up a match for a long jump with anybody in Scotland. A week ago he did 5-1/2 ft., but he asserts he can beat this hollow if called upon." _Edinburgh Evening News._ If M'PHERSON will say just how young he is, we will find a suitable nephew to take him on. Tommy (aged eight) did 6 ft. 1 in. yesterday, but asserts that he slipped. * * * * * A MIDSUMMER MADNESS. The girl who shared Herbert's meringue at dinner (a brittle one, which exploded just as he was getting into it) was kind and tactful. "It doesn't matter a bit," she said, removing fragments of shell from her lap; and, to put him at his ease again, went on, "Are you interested in little problems at all?" Herbert, who would have been interested even in a photograph album just then, emerged from his apologies and swore that he was. "We're all worrying about one which Father saw in a paper. I do wish you could solve it for us. It goes like this." And she proceeded to explain it. Herbert decided that the small piece of meringue still in her hair was not worth mentioning and listened to her with interest. On the next morning I happened to drop in at Herbert's office.... And that, in short, is how I was mixed up in the business. "Look here," said Herbert, "you used to be mathematical; here's something for you." "Let the dead past bury its dead," I implored. "I am now quite respectable." "It goes like this," he said, ignoring my appeal. He then gave me the problem, which I hand on to you.