I admitted the plausibility of this calculation.

"But," I said, "you're not allowing for deaths and bad eggs."

"Oh yes, I am," she said; "I've only allowed half the eggs to become

chickens."

"You'd never make a company promoter," I said.

"I'm going to be a hospital nurse, thank you, Daddy," she said with her

nose in the air. "Do come and see Evangeline's family."

So we strolled into the garden and down to the poultry run, taking the

multiplication sums with us.

Evangeline, the optimist, was busy scratching up the more or less kindly

fruits of the earth for her family and didn't make the slightest sign of

recognition, though I coughed twice.

"She's much too busy," said Peggy, "to notice that you've come home.

Aren't they darlings?"

"They're certainly a healthy-looking lot. Two of them I recognise as

Clara's contribution. Doesn't she mind?"

"I don't think so," said Peggy; "she's busy too. She's been sitting now

for nearly a fortnight, and Maud Eliza's on eggs as well."

"I hope none of my golf balls are addled," I said. "I want to have a

round to-morrow afternoon."

"Of course not. I've washed them all and put them back again."

"Good egg!" I said.

Suddenly I had an unhappy thought. "Where," I asked, "are the figures

relating to this lot of Evangeline's?"

"Here," she said, "under 'E'. Five chickens. I've allowed five to die,

though I'm sure they wouldn't if they knew what they're wanted for."

"I'm afraid you'll have to work it all out again."

"Why?"

"Look here," I said, "five chickens, and each going to lay at least

enough eggs to sit on, and half of the sitting to mature, as it were;

that sounds fair enough, but not more than three of this lot will lay

eggs at all."

"Oh! why ever not?" she said.

"Nature's limitations," I explained. "Seven of them are cockerels."

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Illustration: TRAINING IN THE PARK.

OLD GENTLEMAN ENGAGED IN QUIET SIESTA IN KENSINGTON GARDENS SUDDENLY

WAKES TO FIND HIMSELF IN THE ABOVE ALARMING SITUATION AND HASTILY

CONCLUDES THAT THE GERMANS HAVE ARRIVED.

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Our Latest Cinema Film.

"The Boa Constrictor, 3,500 feet."

_Advt. in "Cape Times._"

There must have been some centipedes in the family.

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"'I received orders from my employer,' he said, 'to go to ----,' but

found that the train service was stopped. I had to do many miles on

my bicycle."--_Yorkshire Evening News._

We trust that he did not scorch very badly on his arrival at this

unmentionable destination.

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