My card, ladies--if I may be permitted the honour.

I'm to be at Fortress Monroe as soon as my command leaves Baltimore." After he had gone away, Ailsa looked at his card: A.J.

DENISLOW MAJOR, ART., U.S.A.
"I thought he was a regular," she said, smiling at Letty.

"He's a perfect old dear.

Shall we open the parcel and see what he has left us for breakfast ?" There was more milk, more peaches and pears, more bread and butter, and a cold roast chicken; and they made very merry over it, doing the best they could without knife and fork.
They were nearing Washington now.