"I don't think she's very suitably dressed, I must say," said Mrs Macphail. "She looks extremely common to me." When they got back to their house, she was on the verandah playing with one of the trader's dark children. "Say a word to her," Dr Macphail whispered to his wife. "She's all alone here, and it seems rather unkind to ignore her." Mrs Macphail was shy, but she was in the habit of doing what her husband bade her. "I think we're fellow lodgers here," she said, rather foolishly. "Terrible, ain't it, bein' cooped up in a one-horse burg like this?" answered Miss Thompson. "And they tell me I'm lucky to have gotten a room. I don't see myself livin' in a native house, and that's what some have to do. I don't know why they don't have a hotel." They exchanged a few more words. Miss Thompson, loud-voiced and garrulous, was evidently quite willing to gossip, but Mrs Macphail had a poor stock of small talk and presently she said: "Well, I think we must go upstairs." In the evening when they sat down to their high-tea Davidson on coming in said: "I see that woman downstairs has a couple of sailors sitting there. I wonder how she's gotten acquainted with them." "She can't be very particular," said Mrs Davidson. They were all rather tired after the idle, aimless day. "If there's going to be a fortnight of this I don't know what we shall feel like at the end of it," said Dr Macphail. "The only thing to do is to portion out the day to different activities," answered the missionary. "I shall set aside a certain number of hours to study and a certain number to exercise, rain or fine--in the wet season you can't afford to pay any attention to the rain--and a certain number to recreation." Dr Macphail looked at his companion with misgiving. Davidson's programme oppressed him. They were eating Hamburger steak again. It seemed the only dish the cook knew how to make. Then below the gramophone began. Davidson started nervously when he heard it, but said nothing. Men's voices floated up. Miss Thompson's guests were joining in a well-known song and presently they heard her voice too, hoarse and loud. There was a good deal of shouting and laughing. The four people upstairs, trying to make conversation, listened despite themselves to the clink of glasses and the scrape of chairs. More people had evidently come. Miss Thompson was giving a party. "I wonder how she gets them all in," said Mrs Macphail, suddenly breaking into a medical conversation between the missionary and her husband. It showed whither her thoughts were wandering. The twitch of Davidson's face proved that, though he spoke of scientific things, his mind was busy in the same direction. Suddenly, while the doctor was giving some experience of practice on the Flanders front, rather prosily, he sprang to his feet with a cry. "What's the matter, Alfred?" asked Mrs Davidson. "Of course! It never occurred to me. She's out of Iwelei." "She can't be."