JUNE 



"The land 



Shimmered with heat, and walls and temples danced 

 In the reeking air." 



EDWIN ARNOLD. 



SUCH joy ! the C. S. has come to stay again. 

 Now I shall have some one to potter about with in 

 the evenings, instead of taking that usual mono- 

 tonous drive. Directly he comes, something new 

 always begins. The garden, though, is not much 

 use just now, with the thermometer in the shade 

 at 108, as it was one day this week. It is some 

 credit to groaning humanity to be able to acquire 

 an evening cheerfulness, when all day long existence 

 has been a burden, tormented by prickly heat, 

 mosquitoes, and blistering clothes on one's back. 

 The dogs move restlessly from one spot of paved 

 floor to another, finding none cool; even a fox- 

 terrier's coat is too thick for this weather. What 



can a " Chow " or a woolly-haired dog feel like ? I 

 73 K 



