at the Rectory for as long as I liked, and this was followed by a letter in which he announced that he'd got a month's holiday. "If your old nag's still lame I can get you some top-hole hirelings from Downfield for thirty-five bob a day, and I've ordered the Guv'nor to offer up prayers next Sunday forbidding the Almighty to send any frost to Sussex." Aunt Evelyn considered this almost blasphemous; but she thought my visit to Hoadley Rectory an excellent idea, for Stephen was quite one of her favourites, and of the Rev. Golwood (whom she had met at a diocesan garden-party) she had the highest possible opinion. "Such a fine face! And Mrs. Golwood seemed a real fellow creature—quite one of one's own sort," she exclaimed, adding, "D'you mind holding his hind-legs, dear?" for she was pre- occupied at the moment in combing the matted hair out of one of her Persian cats.