To the literary, literal, and scientific mind purposeless fiction is abhorrent. Fortunately we all are literally and scientifically inclined; the doom of purposeless fiction is sounded; and it is a great comfort to believe that, in the near future, only literary and scientific works suitable for man, woman, child, and suffragette, are to adorn the lingerie-laden counters in our great department shops.

It is, then, with animation and confidence that the author politely offers to a regenerated nation this modern, moral, literary, and highly scientific work, thinly but ineffectually disguised as fiction, in deference to the prejudices of a few old-fashioned story-readers who still survive among us.

R. W. C

“She almost wished some fisherman might come into view”

“‘Those squirrels are very tame,’ she observed calmly”

“‘Are you not terribly impatient?’ she inquired”

“The lid of the basket tilted a little… Then a plaintive voice said ‘Meow-w!’”

“‘I’m afraid,’ he ventured, ‘that I may require that table for cutting’”

“‘Perhaps,’ he said, ‘I had better hold your pencil again’”