suppose he's got an example, Sir?"

   "Mrs. Petty," replied Mr. Lavender, "that is quite unworthy of you. But, tell me, what can we do without?"

   "I could do without Joe," responded Mrs. Petty, "now that you're not using him as chauffeur."

   "Please be serious. Joe is an institution; besides, I am thinking of offering myself to the Government as a speaker now that we may use gas."

   "Ah!" said Mrs. Petty.

   "I am going down about it to-morrow."

   "Indeed, sir!"

   "I feel my energies are not fully employed."

   "No, sir?"

   "By the way, there was a wonderful leader on potatoes yesterday. We must dig up the garden. Do you know what the subsoil is?"

   "Brickbats and dead cats, I expect, sir."

   "Ah! We shall soon improve that. Every inch of land reclaimed is a nail in the coffin of our common enemies."

   And going over to a bookcase, Mr. Lavender took out the third from the top of a pile of newspapers. "Listen!" he said. "'The problem before us is the extraction of every potential ounce of food. No half measures must content us. Potatoes! Potatoes! No matter how, where, when the prime national necessity is now the growth of potatoes. All Britons should join in raising a plant which may be our very salvation.

   "Fudge!" murmured Mrs. Petty.

   Mr. Lavender read on, and his eyes glowed.

   "Ah!" he thought, "I, too, can do my bit to save England.... It needs but the spark to burn away the dross of this terrible horse-sense which keeps the country back.

   "Mrs. Petty!" But Mrs. Petty was already not.

   The grass never grew under the feet of Mr. Lavender, No sooner had he formed his sudden resolve than he wrote to what he conceived to be the proper quarter, and receiving no reply, went down to the centre of 

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