as each turn of the walk brought us 

 face to face, when it immediately be- 

 came necessary to nod and smile, and 

 for our husbands to lift hats and smile, 

 until we looked like loose-necked 

 manikins. At least, the sleeper is 

 tranquil, if stuffy. 



Supper time. Have been thanked 

 again by the Sweet Pea Lady, who sat 

 at our table. She had sweet peas in 

 her hair, and at her belt. The husband 

 had a boutonniere of them. 



Next morning, Carberry. Bade an 

 elaborate farewell to the Sweet Pea 

 Lady. She is going straight to the 

 coast where they catch steamer for 

 Japan. Praise be to Allah ! I shall see 

 her no more. The heavy polite is 

 wearing. 



Next day, Banff Hot Springs. First 

 person on the hotel steps I see is the 

 S. P. Lady. She rushed up and as- 



