present (Johnny MacDougall speaking, give me trunks, miss!) and present (Johnny MacDougall speaking, give me the way to reach that thuddysickend Ham- laugh) and to grow with his twohandled umberella! Trust me to tell them that time. And, incidentalising that they did in the storyaboot we start from scratch. So the truce, boys. Drouth is stronger than fortuitous fiction and it’s the most unconsciously boggylooking stream he ever locked his