Shouldn't wonder if the Johnnie who wrote that wrote it on Sunday morning after a dip.

I'll tell Mrs.Sykes he did anyway--where in thunder did I put my boots ?" The missing articles had apparently fulfilled the purpose of their being by walking away, or else the robin had collected them as evidence! Callandar chuckled at a whimsical vision of them in a church court, damningly marked "Exhibit 1." But as he searched for them the utter peace of the morning fled and suddenly he became conscious that he and the willows no longer divided the world between them.

Some one was near.
He felt eyes watching.

The curious half-lost instinct which warns man of the approach of his kind, told him that he was no longer alone.

The doctor fixed a stern eye on the screening willows.
"Zerubbabel!" he commanded, "come out of there at once, sir!" A stirring in the bushes was the only answer.
The doctor glanced at his bootless feet.
"Bubble," more mildly, "if you want a swim--" "It isn't Bubble," said a meek voice, "it's me.