from her chair, and raised her arms above her head, breathing a long "A-ah!" of relief. "Not that I think it would be much improvement," she went on. "It probably wouldn't work. Nothing does work in this old town; and as long as we have the fire there is at least one place where you can go and thaw now and then." "Not that I think it would be much improvement," she went on. "It probably wouldn't work. Nothing work in this old town; and as long as we have the fire there is at least one place where you can go and thaw now and then." An electric bell rang twice. An electric bell rang twice. "Hallo, Barney, old Storky wants you," said Mabel Hirst. "Beg him to accept my compliments, and ask if he ever gives compensation for chilblains." "Hallo, Barney, old Storky wants you," said Mabel Hirst. "Beg him to accept my compliments, and ask if he ever gives compensation for chilblains." "Tell him it's my birthday to-morrow!" "Tell him it's my birthday to-morrow!" "Say you think my work during this past quarter merits a rise!" "Say you think my work during this past quarter merits a rise!" "Suggest he gives us a Christmas treat—stalls for the panto!" "Suggest he gives us a Christmas treat—stalls for the panto!" The chorus was practically simultaneous, and Mrs. Barnes put her hands over her ears. "I'm far more likely to ask permission to increase the fines for talking," was her parting shaft, as she vanished in obedience to the summons. The chorus was practically simultaneous, and Mrs. Barnes put her hands over her ears. "I'm far more likely to ask permission to increase the fines for talking," was her parting shaft, as she vanished in obedience to the summons. "You look a bit fagged, Innes," remarked Mabel Hirst, as the typist approached the fire, and knelt down so that the flames shone upon her small,
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