The stranger, with a comfortable kind of grunt over his pipe, put his legs up on the settle that he had to himself.

The walls hold tinted photographs of himself and Mim in high school, taken he remembers by a pushy pudgy little blue-jawed crook who called himself a Studio and weaseled his way into the building every spring and made them line up in the auditorium and wet-comb their hair...

THE LONDON & NORTH WESTERN RAILWAY. By O. S. Nock. Ian Allan. 30s. … The autocratic presidence at Crewe of Webb is kindly and gently observed and the author also throws a more tolerant light upon several other features, including the Claughtons.

This story is dedicated to my father-in-law, Robert F. Sawyer, who at 78 years of age can still out run, out hike, out ski, out work and out think just about everybody else out there.