Have you her new address ?" "Our last address for Tonk was 12 Mud Street," answered Sarah Brown coldly.

"But we have already notified you three times that the woman is not entitled to milk from the Happy Hearts, as she has been having parish relief, as well as an allotment." "Tonk is--hm--hm," said the Happy Heart delicately in an undertone, so that the blushing masculine ear of the Dog David might be spared.

"After Baby Week, you know, we feel bound to help all hm--hm women as far as we can, regardless of other considerations--" "Really you oughtn't to.

Tonk is posing as a single chocolate-box-maker." Sarah Brown was rapidly becoming exasperated with everybody concerned, but not least with the evidently camouflaging Tonk.
"She has a soldier at the Front," said the Happy Heart.

"I am sorry to say that she will not promise to marry him, even if he does come home.
But even so--" Sarah Brown wrote down on Miss Tonk's card the small purple cipher that stood for hm--hm.