Bunting the vicar.

Then Mrs. Bunting scrutinised the waste paper basket and Mr. Bunting opened the lid of the coal scuttle.

I could have sworn said Mr. Bunting. The candle! said Mr. Bunting.

Bunting began to laugh.

Mr. Bunting thought it over.

Mrs. Bunting came out on the landing.

There are no diagrams? asked Mr. Bunting.

Yes, said Mr. Bunting, and the doctor repeated it.

Gather up the Egyptians' banners from the dust.

Bring the candle, said Mr. Bunting, and led the way.

I'm dear me! It's all cypher, Bunting.

He's coming back, Bunting! he said, rushing in.

Slimey, bring out the flags and run up that message I gave you.

Surrender! cried Mr. Bunting, fiercely, and then stooped amazed.

Who lit the candle? The drawer! said Mrs. Bunting.

A sailor, I should judge, said Mr. Bunting.

Where did we get these flags?

Disgraceful! said Mr. Bunting, within. 'Disgraceful,' said Mr. Henfrey.

And Please shut that door, said Mr. Cuss, irritably.

Good heavens! said Mr. Bunting, hesitating between two horrible alternatives.

At that sound Mr. Bunting was nerved to abrupt action.

Iping was gay with bunting, and everybody was in gala dress.

For half a minute, perhaps, they stood gaping, then Mrs. Bunting went across the room and looked behind the screen, while Mr. Bunting, by a kindred impulse, peered under the desk.

It's really, said Mr. Bunting with judicial emphasis, a most remarkable story. gt

Gripping the poker firmly, he rushed into the room, closely followed by Mrs. Bunting.

As it did so, the candle Mrs. Bunting was carrying from the study flickered and flared.

Mr. Bunting flushed slightly and brought his face nearer, apparently finding some difficulty with his glasses.

I can't, said Mr. Bunting, his voice rising I tell you, sir, I will not.

As soon as she felt assured of this, she aroused the Rev. Mr. Bunting as quietly as possible.

And now, he said with a sigh, these books.

Someone sniffed as he did so. One thing is indisputable, said Bunting, drawing up a chair next to that of Cuss.

NEW YORK The flags are already flying, from Holland to Argentina, from Cameroon to Japan.

On October 3 of the same year, regulations about the design of the merchant ensign and other naval flags were passed.

One thing kept Mr. Bunting's courage the persuasion that this burglar was a resident in the village.

Then Mrs. Bunting turned back the window curtains, and Mr. Bunting looked up the chimney and probed it with the poker.

Mr. Bunting was standing in the window engaged in an attempt to clothe himself in the hearth rug and a West Surrey Gazette.

I'll find you a place. I'd rather glance through the volumes first, said Mr. Bunting, still wiping.

Mr. Bunting was now in the hall, and through the crack of the door he could see the desk and the open drawer and a candle burning on the desk.

Everything was still except the faint creaking of the stairs under Mr. Bunting's tread, and the slight movements in the study.

Mrs. Bunting, it seems, woke up suddenly in the stillness that comes before the dawn, with the strong impression that the door of their bedroom had opened and closed.

Of course, said Mr. Bunting, taking out and wiping his spectacles and feeling suddenly very uncomfortable for he had no Greek left in his mind worth talking about

He stood there in the hall undecided what to do, and Mrs. Bunting, her face white and intent, crept slowly downstairs after him.

These are people who may not even have greeted one another until recently, on account of belonging to opposing factions.

Haysman's meadow was gay with a tent, in which Mrs. Bunting and other ladies were preparing tea, while, without, the Sunday school children ran races and played games under the noisy guidance of the curate and the Misses Cuss and Sackbut.

NEW YORK The flags are already flying, from Holland to Argentina, from Cameroon to Japan. Soon the drums will be beating, the trumpets blowing.