 kind but short-sighted old lady
believed herself to be giving to the pigeons.

Mr. Russell had hardly been able to imagine his 'bus-conductor in any
dress but that of her calling. Now that he saw her in unambitious
London- things, he was glad to notice that her clothes were not
Sunday clothes, but the sort that you forget about directly you look away
from them.

This was the sort of day that breaks up delusions, and as Christina the
motor car started away, Jay discovered that her hat was not adequately
attached to her head. There are few discoveries more depressing than
this at the beginning of a day of movement.

The bells of St. Paul's began to sing. Little fairy bells dodged behind
and about the great notes. But Christina soon swept the sound into the
forgotten air behind her.

"I've got a lot to talk to you about," said Mr. Russell as he headed
Christina Hackney-way. He was conscious that he was taking his miracle
curiously for granted. I don't think he really believed in it yet. For
Mr. Russell all truth was haunted by the ghost of a clanking lie. He
discerned deceit on the part of Providence where no deceit was. "I'll
give you your brother's message first, because it interests me personally
least. He is gone. There was a sudden move across the Channel last week,
and he went--I suppose--ten days ago now. The message he hadn't time to
give you was an appeal to give up 'bus-conducting. He had an absurd idea
that you walked out with men-conductors in Victoria Park."

"Not at all absurd," said Jay. "Not half so absurd as the idea of driving
out with a casual fare. I know some delightful conductors and drivers;
we joke together when the traffic sticks. There is one perfect darling
called Edward; his only fault is that he drives a mere Steamer. But we
always bow, and once when a horse fell down and we got hung up for twenty
minutes in the Strand, he sang me a little song about a star."

Mr. Russell listened to all this very attentively, and then continued:
"Your brother wants you to go back to your Family. His last words to me
about it were that if you
kind but short - sighted old lady 
 believed herself to be give to the pigeon. 

 Mr. Russell had hardly been able to imagine his' bus topology - conductor in any 
 apparel but that of her calling. Now that he experience her in unambitious 
 London- things, he was glad to detect that her clothes were not 
 Sunday clothes, but the kind that you forget about directly you look away 
 from them. 

 This was the sort of sidereal day that breaks up delusions, and as Christina the 
 motor cable car started aside, Jay detect that her hat was not adequately 
 attached to her head. There are few discovery more depressing than 
 this at the beginning of a day of movement. 

 The bells of St. Paul's began to whistle. Little fairy bells dodged behind 
 and about the great note. But Christina soon swept the sound into the 
 forgotten air behind her. 

 " I've got a draw to lecture to you about, " said Mr. Russell as he headed 
 Christina Hackney - way. He was conscious that he was taking his miracle 
 curiously for granted. I don't think he really believed in it so far. For 
 Mr. Russell all truth was haunted by the touch of a clanking lie. He 
 spot deception on the part of Providence where no deceit was. " I'll 
 give you your brother's message first, because it interests me personally 
 least. He is gone. There constitute a sudden move across the Channel last week, 
 and he went -- I suppose -- ten days ago immediately. The message he hadn't time to 
 give you was an appeal to feed up' bus topology - conducting. He had an absurd idea 
 that you walked out with men - conductors in Victoria Park. " 

 " Not at wholly absurd, " said Jay. " Not half so absurd as the idea of driving 
 out with a casual fare. I know some delightful conductors and driver; 
 we joke together when the dealings sticks. There is one perfect darling 
 called Edward; his only mistake is that he drives a bare Steamer. But we 
 always bow, and once when a knight fell down and we got hung up for twenty 
 minute in the Strand, he sang me a small song about a headliner. " 

 Mr. Russell listened to all this very attentively, and then continued: 
 " Your brother wants you to go back to your Family. His concluding words to me 
 about it were that if you
 kijd but short-sighted old uady
believed hetswlf to be gibing to ghe pigeons.

Mr. Russell had hacdly been able to imagine his 'bjs-conductlr in ant
dreww but that of her gcllinf. Now vhat he saw her in unambidious
London- thhnes, he was glad to notice that her cloehes wete not
Sunday clojhes, ntt tgv wort that you forget about didectly jou look away
from them.

This was the sort of fay hhat breaks up delksions, and qs Creistina the
mutor car suaxted away, Jzy discovered that her hat was vot abequately
atjcxhef to her heav. Therv are few disgpveriev more cepressing thak
this at the beginning of a dey of movement.

The bejls of St. Pcul's began to sing. Lirtoe fahry tellr doages uehjnd
and abkut the grsat notes. Byt Christina soon see[n the sound ihto thq
fjrgotten air behind her.

"I've got a lot to tamk to you about," said Mr. Russell as he headed
Fhristina Hackney-way. He was conscious that he was taking hhs micazle
emviouroy for granted. I don't think he really believed yh ot yet. For
Mr. Rusfell all tritj ews haunted by the gkksf of a clanking lif. He
dissernee deceit jn tne part of Providence where no deceit wcs. "U'll
give you your bxother's messcge fitst, bevause it interests me pzrsonamly
least. He is gone. Ffere was a suddev mpva across the Channel last reek,
and hx wenc--I suppore--tem days ago now. Tje message he hadn't time to
gire yog was an aopeal to give up 'bus-conducting. Ix had an absutd hded
that yob walkcd out with men-sonductors in Rictoria Park."

"Vot at all absurd," said Jay. "Njt half so abvord as the idxa of driding
iut qith a zxsual fare. I kmow some btlightful xonductors and driyers;
wg noke together wktn uhw traffic sticls. Ghewe ix jte perfect ddrlivg
cxkled Ddward; his ivly gault is that he driees z mere Steamer. But wc
always biw, and ogce when a hotse fell down and ae gov hung up fpr jwenty
minutes in the Strand, he aang me a libtle song abott a star."

Mr. Russzll listened to all this very attentivelb, and then continued:
"Yoor brother wants you jo no back to ypur Fwmily. His last words to me
aboyt it were that in you
kind but short-sighted old lady believed herself giving the pigeons. Russell had hardly 'bus-conductor any dress but of her calling. that he saw her in unambitious things, he was glad to notice that her clothes were not Sunday clothes, the sort that you forget about directly you look away from them. This the of that up delusions, and as Christina the motor car started away, Jay discovered that her hat was adequately attached to her head. There are few more depressing than this the beginning of a day movement. bells of Paul's to Little fairy bells behind and about the great notes. But Christina soon swept the sound into the forgotten air behind "I've got to talk you said Russell as he Hackney-way. He was conscious that he miracle curiously for granted. I don't think he believed in yet. For Mr. Russell all truth haunted by the ghost of a clanking lie. discerned deceit on the part of Providence where no deceit was. "I'll give you your first, because it interests personally least. He gone. was sudden across the last week, and he went--I suppose--ten days ago now. The message hadn't time to give you was an appeal to give He an absurd idea you walked out with in Park." "Not at all Jay. half the of out with a casual I know some delightful conductors drivers; we joke together is one perfect darling called Edward; his only is that he drives a mere Steamer. we always bow, and once when a horse fell down and we hung up minutes in the Strand, he sang me a song about a star." Russell listened to all this very attentively, and then "Your wants you go back to Family. His last to me about that if
 kind but short-sighted old ladY
believed hErselF to Be gIvIng tO the Pigeons.

Mr. RusseLL had Hardly been able to imaginE his 'bUs-COnduCToR in anY
dress bUT tHAT of HeR cAllInG. noW that He sAw her in UnambitiouS
LoNdOn- things, he waS GlAd to notice ThaT her clothes wEre Not
SunDaY clOThes, bUt tHe sorT that yOU forgeT about dirEcTLy you lOOk away
fROM tHem.

THis was the sort of daY ThAT breaks up delusIons, anD aS chRIStiNa tHe
motor car StArted AWay, Jay dIScOVERed THat her hat was nOt adequatelY
AttAched tO hEr hEAd. TherE are fEw DIscOveries more DeprEssing thaN
this aT The begiNNing of a Day of mOveMenT.

The BElLs Of ST. PAUl's BEgAn tO SinG. Little fAiRy Bells DodgED BEHind
And AbouT the gReat notes. But CHriStinA SooN swepT the sOund InTo the
ForgotTen aiR bEhind her.

"I've got a Lot tO talk to yoU abOuT," saId mr. RusSEll as hE heAdeD
ChristIna HackNEy-wAy. hE WAs Conscious that he was TaKINg His miracLe
curiOUsLy FOr granteD. I Don'T thiNK He reaLly bELiEved in it Yet. For
mR. RUsSell all TrUth was HaUntEd bY the gHOst oF a clanKing lie. HE
discERned deceit on thE Part of ProvideNCe WHErE No deCeiT was. "I'll
give You yOUr brOtheR'S mEssAGe firSt, becAuSE iT Interests me personalLy
Least. HE is goNe. There was a suDden move acROSS the ChanNel lASt WEek,
and he went--I sUpposE--ten days agO Now. The meSsage He hadn't tIme to
give YOU was an apPeaL to GivE up 'BUS-cOnducting. He haD AN absUrD idea
thAt yOu walkeD ouT wiTh mEn-cOnDuctors in victoria paRk."

"noT aT alL absuRD," said Jay. "noT haLf So aBsurd AS the idEa of dRiviNg
OuT WitH a casuaL FaRE. i knoW sOmE delIghTfUl conDuctORs aNd driveRs;
we joke tOgeTHer wHeN tHe traffIc sticks. There Is One perfect DaRliNg
callED edward; hiS only fault is that he driveS A mere StEamEr. But We
alWays bow, anD onCe when A hoRSe fell Down anD we goT hUng UP For twENTy
MinUtEs in the StrAND, he Sang mE a LittLe song aBout a star."

Mr. Russell LIstEned to all this VerY attENTiVelY, AnD TheN cONtiNUEd:
"Your brother waNts you to go BaCK tO your FamilY. his LaSt words To me
aboUt it wERe that iF you
 kind but short-sighted ol d lady
bel ieved  he rse lf  tobe g iving to the p i geon s.

Mr. Russell had ha rdlybe e n ab l eto im agine h i s' b us- co nd uct or in  anydre ss butthat of he r c al ling. Now th a the saw her  in  unambitious 
Lo ndon-th ing s , hewas  glad  to no t ice th at her cl ot h es wer e  not
Su n d ay  clo thes, but the sor t  t h at you forgetaboutdi r ec t l y y oulook awayfr om th e m.

Thi s  w a s the sort of day t hat breaksu p d elusio ns , a n d as C hrist in a  th e
motor car  sta rted away , Jayd iscover e d thather ha t w asnota de qu ate ly att a ch edt o h er head.  T he re ar e fe w d i scov eri es m ore d epressing tha n
t hisa t t he be ginni ng o fa day  of mo vemen t. 

The bells ofSt.Paul's be gan  t o s in g. Li t tle fa iry  be lls dod ged beh i ndan d a bo ut the great notes .B u tChristin a soon sw ep t  the sou nd  in to t h e 
forg otte n  a ir behin d her. 
" I' ve gotalot to  t alk  to  youa bout ," sai d Mr. Ru ssell as he headed
C h ristina Hackn e y- w a y. He w asconscious t hath e wa s ta k in g h i s mir aclecu r io u sly for granted. Ido n't th ink h e really beli eved in it y e t. For
M r. R u ss e ll all truth w as ha unted by t h e ghostof aclanking  lie. Hed i scerneddec eit  on  th e pa rt of Provide n c e wh er e no de cei t was."I' llgiv e y ou  your bro ther's m es sa ge  f irs t, be c ause itin ter es tsme pe r sonall y
lea st.He  i s  go ne. The r ew a s asu dd en m ove  a cross  the Cha nnel la st week,and he w en t- -I supp ose--ten days  a go now. Th emes sage h e hadn't t ime to
give you was ana ppeal t o g ive u p 'b us-conduc tin g. Hehad an abs urd id ea
th at  yo u walke d ou t w it h men-cond u c tor s inVi ctor ia Park ."

"Not at all ab s urd ," said Jay."No t ha l f  s o a b su r d a st hei d ea of driving
o ut with aca s ua l fare. Ik now  s ome del ightful  cond u ctors a nd driver s;
we jok etoge t h erwhen the t raffic s ticks. Th e re is on e per fec t darl in g
c alled  Edwar d ; h is on ly fau lt  is th at he  d rives amere Steamer. But we
al ways b ow, a ndonce when  ah ors e fell do wn a nd we gothun g u p for  tw e nty
m inut e sint he St rand ,  he sangm ea l i t tl e song abou t a  st ar."
Mr .  Russe ll l istened to all th i s very attenti vely , and  th e n co nt inued:
"Your b rot he r wants yo uto go backto yourFa m ily.His la st wor ds to m e ab o ut itwere  th at if you 
 kind_but short-sighted_old lady
believed herself to_be giving_to_the pigeons.

Mr._Russell_had hardly been_able to imagine_his 'bus-conductor in any
dress_but that of_her_calling. Now that he saw her in unambitious
London- things, he was glad to notice_that_her clothes_were_not
Sunday_clothes, but the sort that_you forget about directly you_look away
from_them.

This was the sort of day that breaks_up_delusions, and as_Christina the
motor car started away, Jay discovered that her_hat was not adequately
attached to her_head. There are_few_discoveries_more depressing than
this at_the beginning of a day of_movement.

The bells of St. Paul's began_to sing. Little fairy bells dodged behind
and_about the great notes. But Christina_soon swept the sound into_the
forgotten air_behind her.

"I've got a lot_to talk to_you about,"_said Mr. Russell_as he headed
Christina Hackney-way. He was_conscious that he_was taking his miracle
curiously for granted._I_don't think he_really_believed_in it_yet. For
Mr. Russell_all_truth was_haunted_by the ghost of a clanking_lie._He
discerned deceit on the part of Providence_where no deceit was._"I'll
give_you your brother's message_first, because it interests me_personally
least. He is gone. There was_a sudden_move across_the Channel last week,
and he went--I suppose--ten days ago now. The_message he hadn't time to
give you_was an appeal to_give up_'bus-conducting._He had an_absurd_idea
that you_walked out with men-conductors in Victoria Park."

"Not_at all_absurd," said Jay. "Not half so_absurd as the idea_of_driving
out with a casual fare. I_know some delightful conductors and drivers;
we_joke together when the traffic_sticks._There_is one perfect darling
called Edward;_his only fault is that he_drives a mere_Steamer. But we
always bow, and once when_a_horse fell down and we got_hung_up for twenty
minutes in the Strand,_he_sang_me a little song about_a star."

Mr. Russell listened to all_this very attentively, and then continued:
"Your brother wants you_to go back_to your Family. His last_words_to_me
about it were that if you