I read her letter, and breathed a deep sigh. Then seizing a telegraph form, I wired: "Have no objection to Durham vicars. Am ordering salt-cellars. Do not write again. Edwin."
ANOTHER WAR SCARE.
Peter goes to a dame's school in Armadale Gardens, round the corner.
On Tuesdays and Fridays he comes home at twelve, changes into his football things, and goes off to play soccer till one.
Yesterday, Friday, he came in as usual and, after changing, he put his head round the door of my study and shouted excitedly,
"Daddy!"
"Well, old chap," I said, "out with it. I'm busy."
"Have you heard? Italy joins Austria. Official."