"The sort that begins with a 'W.'"
"Well, it's got a 'V' in it, anyhow."
"And it isn't Devonshire cream at all. It's really Cornish cream—at least Mary Penruddock says it is."
"Cornish or Devonshire, that's what I must have, if Lord RHONDDA'S rules allow it."
"All right, I'll get you a pot or two if I can. But are you sure you won't forget it again?"
"If I do," I said, "I can always remember it by the W.'"
R.C.L.
THE CHANGE CURE.
["The only way to make domestic service popular is for a duchess to become a tweeny-maid."—Evening Paper.]