“There is no God, apart from Man.” “You will not go as a journalist,” continued Mrs. Denton; “but as a personal friend of mine, whose discretion I shall vouch for. I want you to find out what the people I am sending you among are thinking themselves, and what they consider ought to be done. If we are not very careful on both sides we shall have the newspapers whipping us into war.”!

She had written him at the beginning of the war, telling him of her wish to get out to the front, and he thought that now he might be able to help her. “But wasn’t that the Lord’s idea,” he said; “when He gave Eve to Adam to be his helpmeet?”

He led the way to the piano. “Tell Madge I want her,” he whispered. He struck a few notes; and then in a voice that drowned every other sound in the room, struck up a comic song. “There wasn’t much difference, so far as I could see, between them and most of us,” answered the little old lady. “You’re not married, dear,” she continued, glancing at Joan’s ungloved hand, “but people must have a deal of patience when they have to live with us for twenty-four hours a day. You see, little things we do and say without thinking, and little ways we have that we do not notice ourselves, may all the time be irritating to other people.” “Oh, well, one can’t help one’s thoughts,” explained Flossie. “It would be a blessing all round.”