DEAR MR. HAVEN,—I am sorry to have rather bad news for you. My neighbour, Miss Raby, has had the misfortune to fall and hurt her spine, and Mr. Ferguson, our doctor, is afraid that she may have to lie up for some long time. She is not in much pain, but must be very quiet. She was anxious that you should be told. It was fortunate that I was at home when the accident happened, as her maids are not good in emergencies. Mr. Ferguson, who is exceptionally capable for a country place, will call in a specialist, but I fear there is no doubt about the seriousness of the injury and that her recovery will be a long business. Miss Raby is very brave and even smiling over it, but for anyone so active and so much interested in the life around her it will be a trial. She is hoping for one of her nieces, Mrs. Rossiter, to come directly.—I am, yours sincerely, RHODA CARLYON III RICHARD HAVEN TO VERENA RABY DEAREST VERENA, your letter—or rather Mrs. Carlyon’s, containing your bad news—gave me a shock. Do you really mean to say you will have to lie up for months—flat and helpless? This is terrible for you—and for us. Of course I shall come and see you as soon as may be; but it can’t be yet. Why do you live so far away? And I will write, but if you cannot use your hands you must get either Mrs. Carlyon or Nesta (if she is there) to answer a number of questions at once. (I am glad Nesta is coming.) (a) Can you use your hands? (b) Does it tire you too much to read? (c) Have you much or any pain? (d) What can I do for you first? (e) Have you a library subscription? (f) Is there anyone in the neighbourhood who can read aloud, endurably? (g) (Don’t worry: you are not to have the whole alphabet.) Do games of solitaire appeal to you? I want you to think of me as your Universal Provider and to express your needs without any reserve. For what else am I useful? Consider me, in short, as a Callisthenes whose motto is “Deeds not Words.”—Yours, R. H. _P.S._—(h) Have you a gramophone? And if not, does the idea of a gramophone repel or attract? _P.S. 2._—DEAREST VERENA, I hate it that you should be ill—you who live normally a hundred minutes to the hour. But if there is no heritage of weakness you will be all the better for the enforced rest. That I intend to think and believe. _P.S. 3._—Yours, again and always, R. H. IV FROM THE “HEREFORDSHIRE POST” We regret to state that Miss Verena Raby of Old Place, Kington, who is so well known as the Lady Bountiful of the neighbourhood, has met with a serious accident through falling on the ice and sustained spinal injuries which may confine her to her room for several months. Every one will wish her a speedy recovery. V NESTA ROSSITER TO RICHARD HAVEN