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Wallie's appearance upon the veranda was invariably in the nature of a triumphal entry He was received with lively acclairoup, and that person was difficult indeed hoe of subjects extended from the "rose pattern" in Irish crochet to Arctic currents

Theon the veranda promised to be a lively one, since, in addition to the departure of old Mr Penrose, who had sounded as if he recking the furniture while packing his boxes, the return froardener's son, was anticipated, and the guests as an act of patriotis over the doorway and around the pillars, with red, white, and blue ice creas on the uests that was to be presented in appreciation of the valour which, it was understood from letters to his father, Will had shown on the field of battle

The guests were in their usual places when Wallie came from breakfast and stood for a moment in the spacious double doorway A cheerful chorus welco put out her plump hand and held his He did not speak instantly, for his eye was roving over the veranda as if in search of so alone at the far end he see: "Did you sleep well? You are looking splendid!"

There were so and the oleander in the green tub beside which she was sitting Her round, fat face had the pink of the blossoms and she was nearly as motionless as if she had been potted She often sat for hours with nothing save her black, sloe-like eyes that saw everything, to show that she was not in a state of suspended animation Her husband called her "Honey-duenial couple, although she was as silent as he was voluble

"My rest was broken" Mrs Budlong turned her eyes significantly toward the far end of the veranda

"Did you hear that terrible racket?" de of Wallie

"Not so loud, 'C D,'" adether so that strangers often had the ih the na in his neat blue serge suit, blue polka-dot scarf, silk stockings, and polished tan oxfords ell groomed and dapper always