"Oh, yes, I know--it's most awful cheek--I----" There was a desperate silence and then he plunged out with--"Well, you know, I--that is--we-I--sort of wondered whether, you know, you'd care--not if you're awfully busy of course--but whether you'd care to come and hear Med.

Tetloe preach to-night.

I know it's most awful cheek----" He was nearly in tears.
Olva kept an amazed silence.

Life! What an amusing thing!--that he, with his foot on the edge of disaster, death, should be invited by Bunning to a revival meeting.

He understood it, of course.