I'll wemember and fink, and tell you what I have finked." Turning to Nurse Beaton, the Major whispered:-- "Don't worry him about this dream at all.

Leave it to me.

It's wonderful.

Take him on your lap, Nurse, and--er--be _ready_.

It's a very life-like picture, and I'm going to spring it on him without any remark--but I'm more than a little anxious, I admit.