"My heart has spread its sails for the shadowy island of Anywhere."—R.T.
Personally I should be content with the solid island of Great Britain.—W.
"Woman, when you move about in your household service your limbs sing like a hill stream among its pebbles."—R.T.
I have often noticed this in some of our Berlin butter queues.—W.
"Let my thoughts come to you, when I am gone, like the after-glow of sunset."—R.T.
I doubt if this beautiful thought would appeal to LITTLE WILLIE.—W.