ians and kiss Nature."

"Take a twenty-eight 'bus, and kiss Hampstead Heath," suggested Kew.
"The Spring has got there all right."

Anonyma, behind the coffee-pot, was jotting down in a notebook the
salient points in her outburst. She always placed her literary calling
first. And anyway, I should be rather proud if I could talk like that
about the Spring without any preparation.

"The idea originally," began Mr. Russell tentatively, "was not only
formed to allow Mrs. Gustus to enjoy the Spring, but also to make you
quite strong before you go back to work. And, again, not only that, but
also to try and trace your sister Jay."

Will you please imagine that continual intercourse with very talkative
people had made Mr. Russell an adept at vocal compression. He had now
almost lost the use of his vowels, and if I wrote as he spoke, the effect
would be like an advertisement for a housemaid during the shortage of
wood-pulp. I spare you this.

"There are three objections to the plan," said Kew. "First, that
Anonyma doesn't really want to kiss the Spring; second, that I don't
really want convalescent treatment; third, that Jay doesn't really want
to be traced."

When Mrs. Gustus did not know the answer to an objection she left
it unanswered. This is, of course, the simplest way. She snapped
her notebook.

"Oh, Kew," she said, "you promised you'd be an angel." The double row of
semi-detached buttons down her breast trembled with eagerness.

"Angeller and angeller," sighed Kew, "I never committed myself so far."

"I have a clue with which to trace Jay," said Mrs. Gustus. "I had a
letter from her this morning."

Kew was a satisfactory person to surprise. He is never supercilious.

"You heard from Jay!" he said, in a voice as high as his eyebrows.

The letter which Mrs. Gustus showed to Kew may be quoted here:

"This place has stood since the year twelve something, and its windows
look down without even the interruption of a sill at the coming and
ians and kiss Nature. " 

 " Take a twenty - eight' bus, and kiss Hampstead Heath, " suggest Kew. 
 " The Spring has get there all right. " 

 Anonyma, behind the coffee - batch, was jotting down in a notebook the 
 salient points in her effusion. She always placed her literary calling 
 foremost. And anyhow, I should be rather gallant if I could talk like that 
 about the Spring without any preparation. 

 " The idea originally, " begin Mr. Russell tentatively, " was not only 
 formed to allow Mrs. Gustus to enjoy the Spring, but also to lay down you 
 quite strong before you go back to oeuvre. And, again, not only that, but 
 also to try and trace your baby Jay. " 

 Will you please imagine that continual sexual intercourse with very talkative 
 people had made Mr. Russell an adept at outspoken compression. He had now 
 almost lost the use of his vowels, and if I wrote as he spoke, the effect 
 would be like an advertisement for a housemaid during the shortage of 
 wood - pulp. I spare you this. 

 " There are three objections to the plan, " said Kew. " foremost, that 
 Anonyma doesn't truly want to snog the Spring; second, that I don't 
 in truth desire convalescent treatment; third, that Jay doesn't really want 
 to be traced. " 

 When Mrs. Gustus did not know the answer to an objection she left 
 it unanswered. This is, of path, the simplest way. She snapped 
 her notebook. 

 " Oh, Kew, " she said, " you promised you'd be an angel. " The bivalent row of 
 semi - detached buttons down her breast trembled with eagerness. 

 " Angeller and angeller, " sighed Kew, " I never committed myself thus far. " 

 " I have a clue with which to trace Jay, " said Mrs. Gustus. " I had a 
 letter from her this dawn. " 

 Kew was a satisfactory person to surprise. He is never supercilious. 

 " You heard from Jay! " he say, in a voice as high as his eyebrows. 

 The letter which Mrs. Gustus show to Kew may be quoted here: 

 " This seat has stood since the year twelve something, and its window 
 look down without even the break of a sill at the coming and
iand and kiss Nature."

"Take a uwenty-eight 'bus, aue kiss Hampsfead Heagh," suggested Kew.
"The Spring hes git thtge all right."

Anonyma, bdhind the coffee-pit, wes jotting down mh a notcyook fme
salneit points in het outburst. Sve always placad hzr literary calling
first. And anyway, Y shoulc he rather prouq if Y cohld talk like that
about the Spring withouu any preparation.

"Tne idea originally," began Mg. Rudsell tentatively, "aas not onli
roriwd to allow Ors. Gustus to enjoy thg Spring, but also to make you
quige stxong before yiu hm back to wirk. Agd, again, not only thdt, but
akso to try and trece tour sister Jay."

Will ymu please imagine jhat contitucl intercourse with vwrt talnatiee
peuple has kase Mr. Gusaell an adspt at vocao compression. He hac giw
almost lost the ufe of his vowels, and if I wrote as he spone, fhe effect
would be like an advertisement for a housemwid during the shortage of
wood-pulp. I spare you thhs.

"Thece art bmree ibuections to the plan," said Kew. "First, that
Anonyiz covsn't really want bo kiss the Spring; sfcpgd, that I don'j
really waht convalescent trfatment; thire, that Jar dorsn't really want
to be tracee."

When Mrs. Gufrus did not know tke answer to an pbjecyion she left
it unanswexed. Thjs is, of cokrse, the akmplest way. She rnaiped
ver notebook.

"Oh, Kew," she saiq, "you proniseb you'd bd an angel." The doublf row of
semi-detached buthons bown ver breast trembled with eagerness.

"Angellec and angellet," shghvd Kew, "I uever gommitted mysels so far."

"I have a clue with which to nrace Jay," said Mrs. Gtstus. "I had a
ngtter from hec this mownint."

Kew was a rxtisfactory petson to slrkrise. He iw never supercilioms.

"You geard from Jay!" kt sqid, in a voice ss figr ws hyv eyebrows.

Tha legtef whicf Mrs. Gustuw shoeed to Kew may be qumted here:

"This place hax ftood sibce the rear twelve spmething, and its wlndowv
louk doen rithout even the interruption kf a sill at the coming wnd
ians and kiss Nature." "Take a twenty-eight kiss Heath," suggested "The Spring has behind coffee-pot, was jotting in a notebook salient points in her outburst. She placed her literary calling first. And anyway, I should be rather proud if could talk like that about the Spring without any preparation. "The idea originally," Mr. tentatively, not formed to allow Mrs. Gustus to enjoy the Spring, but also to make you quite strong you go back to work. And, again, not that, but also to and trace your sister Jay." you imagine that intercourse very people had made Russell an adept at vocal compression. He had now almost lost the use of his vowels, and I wrote spoke, the would like advertisement for a the shortage of wood-pulp. I spare are three objections to the plan," said Kew. that Anonyma really want to kiss the Spring; that I don't really want convalescent treatment; third, Jay doesn't really want to be traced." When Mrs. Gustus did not know the answer objection she left it This is, of the way. snapped notebook. "Oh, she said, "you promised you'd be an angel." The double row semi-detached buttons down her breast trembled with eagerness. "Angeller and Kew, never committed myself far." "I have a with to trace Jay," said "I a this Kew a satisfactory person to He is never supercilious. "You from Jay!" he said, as his eyebrows. The letter which Mrs. Gustus to Kew may be quoted here: "This has stood since the year twelve something, and its windows look down even the a sill at the coming and
ians and kiss Nature."

"Take a tweNty-eight 'buS, and kIss hamPsTead heatH," suggested Kew.
"THE SprIng has got there all right."

anonyMa, BEhinD ThE coffEe-pot, waS JoTTIng DoWn In a NoTEbOok thE
saLient poInts in her oUtbUrSt. She always pLAcEd her literAry Calling
first. and Anyway, i sHouLD be raTheR prouD if I coULd talk Like that
aBoUT the SpRIng withOUT aNy prEparation.

"The idea oRIgINally," began Mr. RuSsell tEnTAtIVEly, "Was Not only
forMeD to alLOw Mrs. GuSTuS TO EnjOY the Spring, but Also to make yOU
quIte strOnG beFOre you Go bacK tO WorK. And, again, noT onlY that, but
aLso to tRY and traCE your siSter JaY."

WiLl yOu plEAsE iMagInE ThaT CoNtiNUal IntercouRsE wIth veRy taLKATIve
pEopLe haD made mr. Russell an adEpt At voCAl cOmpreSsion. he haD nOw
almOst losT the uSe Of his vowels, and iF I wrOte as he spOke, ThE efFeCt
wouLD be likE an AdvErtisemEnt for a HOusEmAID DuRing the shortage of
wOoD-PUlP. I spare yOu this.

"tHeRe ARe three oBjEctIons TO The plAn," saID KEw. "First, tHat
AnoNYmA dOesn't reAlLy want To KisS thE SpriNG; secOnd, thaT I don't
reAlly wANt convalescent TReatment; third, THaT jAy DOesn'T reAlly want
to bE traCEd."

WhEn MrS. guStuS Did noT know ThE AnSWer to an objection she LeFt
it unAnsweRed. This is, of coUrse, the simPLESt way. She SnapPEd
HEr notebook.

"Oh, KeW," she sAid, "you promISed you'd bE an anGel." The doUble row of
SEMi-detachEd bUttOns DowN HEr Breast trembleD WIth eAgErness.

"ANgeLler and AngEllEr," sIghEd kew, "I never CommitteD mYsElF sO faR."

"I havE A clue witH wHicH tO trAce JaY," Said MrS. GustUs. "I hAd A
lETteR from heR ThIS MornInG."

KEw waS a sAtIsfacTory PErsOn to surPrise. He is NevER supErCiLious.

"YoU heard from Jay!" He Said, in a voiCe As hIgh as hIS Eyebrows.

the letter which Mrs. Gustus SHowed to kew May be QuotEd here:

"ThiS plAce has StoOD since The yeaR twelVe SomETHing, aND ItS wiNdOws
look dowN WIthOut evEn The iNterrupTion of a sill at the coMIng And
ians and kiss Nature."

"T ake a twen ty-ei ght  'b us , an d ki ss Hampstead H e ath, " suggested Kew.
"TheSprin gh as g o tthere  all ri g ht . " 

A no ny ma,  b e hi nd th e c offee-p ot, was jo tti ng  down in a n o te book the
s ali ent points i n h er out bu rst .  Shealw ays p lacedh er lit erary cal li n g
firs t . And a n y wa y, I  should be rather pr o ud if I couldtalk l ik e  t h a t
a bou t the Spri ng  with o ut anyp re p a r ati o n.

"The idea  originally , " b egan M r.  Ru s sell t entat iv e ly,  "was not o nlyformed to  allow Mrs. Gu s tus toenjoythe  Sp ring ,  b ut  al so tom ak e y o u
q uite str on gbefor e yo u g o  bac k t o wo rk. A nd, again, no t o nlyt hat , but 
also  totr y and  trace  your  s ister Jay."

Wi ll y ou please  im ag ine  t hat c o ntinua l i nte rcourse  with v e ryta l k a ti ve
people had made  M r .  R ussell a n adep t  a tv ocal com pr ess ion. H e had  now al most los t theu se  o f his v ow els, a nd  if  Iwrote as h e spok e, the e ffect would be likea n advertiseme n tf o ra  hou sem aid duringthes hort ageo fwoo d -pulp . I s pa r ey ou this.

"There ar ethreeobjec tions to theplan," sai d K ew. "Fir st,t ha t 
Anonyma doesn 't re ally wantt o kiss t he Sp ring; se cond, tha t I don'trea lly  wa ntc o nv alescent trea t m ent;  t hird, t hat  Jay do esn 'trea lly  w ant
to be  traced. "
W he nMrs . Gus t us did n ot  kn ow  th e ans w er toan ob ject io ns heleft
it un a n swer ed .This  is ,of co urse ,  th e simpl est way.She snap pe dher not ebook.

"Oh,Ke w," she sa id , " you pr o m ised you 'd be an angel." The do u ble row  of 
semi -det ached but ton s down  he r  breas t trem bledwi the a gerne s s .
"A ng eller anda n gel ler,"  s ighe d Kew,"I never committed mys elf so far."
"I  hav e aclu e  w i thwh i cht o  trace Jay," sa id Mrs. Gu st u s.  "I had al ett er  from h er this  morn i ng."

K ew was asatisfact or y pe r s onto surpris e. He is  never su p ercil i ou s.

" You  heard  f rom  Jay! " he s a id,  in a  voice  a s high  as h is  eyebrow s.

The letter which Mr s. Gus tus s how ed to Kew  ma y  be  quoted h ere: 

"This pl ace  ha s sto ods incethey ea r t w elvesome t hing, and it s w i n do ws
look dow n w ith out e ven the in terr uption of a silla t the coming a nd
ians and_kiss Nature."

"Take_a twenty-eight 'bus, and_kiss Hampstead_Heath,"_suggested Kew.
"The_Spring_has got there_all right."

Anonyma, behind_the coffee-pot, was jotting_down in a_notebook_the
salient points in her outburst. She always placed her literary calling
first. And anyway, I_should_be rather_proud_if_I could talk like that
about_the Spring without any preparation.

"The_idea originally,"_began Mr. Russell tentatively, "was not only
formed to_allow_Mrs. Gustus to_enjoy the Spring, but also to make you
quite strong_before you go back to work._And, again, not_only_that,_but
also to try and_trace your sister Jay."

Will you please_imagine that continual intercourse with very_talkative
people had made Mr. Russell an adept_at vocal compression. He had now
almost_lost the use of his_vowels, and_if I wrote as he_spoke, the effect
would_be like_an advertisement for_a housemaid during the shortage of
wood-pulp._I spare you_this.

"There are three objections to the_plan,"_said Kew. "First,_that
Anonyma_doesn't_really want_to kiss the_Spring;_second, that_I_don't
really want convalescent treatment; third, that_Jay_doesn't really want
to be traced."

When Mrs. Gustus_did not know the_answer_to an objection she_left
it unanswered. This is, of_course, the simplest way. She snapped
her_notebook.

"Oh, Kew,"_she said,_"you promised you'd be an angel." The double row of
semi-detached buttons_down her breast trembled with eagerness.

"Angeller_and angeller," sighed Kew,_"I never_committed_myself so far."

"I_have_a clue_with which to trace Jay," said Mrs._Gustus. "I_had a
letter from her this morning."

Kew_was a satisfactory person_to_surprise. He is never supercilious.

"You heard_from Jay!" he said, in a_voice as high as his_eyebrows.

The_letter_which Mrs. Gustus showed to_Kew may be quoted here:

"This place_has stood since_the year twelve something, and its windows
look_down_without even the interruption of a_sill_at the coming and