king of bishops."

As it happened my thoughts were not at all episcopal. On the contrary,
I looked at the miniature again, and I looked at myself in the glass,
and I said firmly that the thing must go back a fourth time.

"You can't wear it. People would come and ask you who it was and you
couldn't tell them. You'd have to keep it locked up, and what's the
good of that?"

"I _can't_ write again," said Celia. "Poor man! Think of the trouble
he's had. Besides I've got you back now. It was really just to remind
me of you."

"Yes, but I shall frequently be out to tea. You'd better have it done
properly now."

Celia was thoughtful. She began composing in her mind that fourth
letter ... and frowning.

"I know," she cried suddenly. "_You_ write this time!"

It was my turn to be thoughtful....

"I don't see it. How do I come in? What is my _locus standi? Locus
standi_," I explained in answer to her raised eyebrows, "an oath in
common use among our Italian allies, meaning--What do I write as?"

"As the owner of the face," said Celia in surprise.

"Yes, but I can't dilate on my own face."

"Why not?" said Celia, bubbling. "You know you'd love it."

I looked at the miniature and began to think of possible openings. One
impossible one struck me at once.

"Anyway," I said, "I'll get him to close my mouth."

* * * * *

The stars represent something quite simple this time--my brain at
work.

"Celia," I said, "I _will_ write. And this time the miniature shall be
criticised properly. To say, as you no doubt said, 'This is not like
me,' I mean not like my husband--well, you know what I mean--just to
condemn it is not enough. _I_ shall do it differently. I shall take
each feature separately and dwell upon it. But to do this modestly
I must have a _locus_--I am sorry to have to borrow from our Italian
allies again--a _locus standi_ apart from that of owner of face. I
must also be donor of miniature. Then I can comment impartially on the
present which I am preparing for you."

"I thought you'd see that soon," smiled Celia.

A.A.M.

* * * * *

[Illustration r30/075th: _Recruiting Sergeant_. "WHAT ARE YOU FOR?"

_Recruit_. "FOR THE DURATION OF THE WAR, OR LONGER IF IT DOESN'T END
SOONER."]

* * * * *

FASHIONS IN BOOK-WEAR.

["_Rose of Glenconnel_. A first book by Mrs. Patrick MacGill,
telling of the adventures