the second course appearing from the sideboard--she greeted the blancmange and jam with a soft shout, feeling as hungry as when supper had begun. Isn't she _rude_ chuckled Florrie, putting down a plate of bananas and a small dish of chocolates. Ooo-_ooo_ squealed Miriam--Be quiet and behave yourself and begin on that said Grace giving her a plate of blancmange. Oh yes and _then_ said Miriam inspired to remember more of her story--it all came out. He must have got down somehow to his room in the morning. But he lay on the floor--he told them at dinner--all of mee could not find thee bed at once!--Oh-oh-oh--He had been--she cried raising her voice above the tumult--to a birthday party; twenty-seex wheeskies and sodahs....--Why did he talk like that? Was he an Irishman? Oh, can't you hear? He was a Hindu. They all talk like that. "I will kindly shut the door." When they write letters they begin--Honoured and spanking sir, wept Miriam--they find spanking in the dictionary and their letters are like that all the way through, masses of the most amazing adjectives. Why did Mag and Jan leave that boarding house? asked Florrie into the midst of Miriam's absorption with the solid tears on Mrs. Philps's cheekbones. She was longing for Mrs. Philps to see the second thing, not only the funniness of spanking addressed to a civil servant, but exactly how spanking would look to a Hindu. If only they could see those things as well as produce their heavenly laughs. Oh, _I_ don't know, she said wearily; you see they never meant to go there. They wanted a place of their own. If only they could realise Mag and Jan. There was never enough time and strength to make everything clear. At every turn there was something they saw differently. They _are_ a pair she breathed sleepily. _No_, thanks, she answered formally to an offer of more blancmange. She was beginning to feel strong and sleepy. No thanks she repeated formally as the heavy dish of bananas came her way. She wants a chocolate said Florrie from across the table. Miriam revived a little. Take _two_ begged Mrs. Philps. They're so huge, said Miriam obeying and leaving the chocolates on her plate while her mind moved heavily about seeking a topic. They were all beginning on bananas. It would be endless. By the time it came to sitting over the fire she would be almost asleep. She stirred uneasily. Someone must be seeing her longing and impatience. 3