for the summer.  Incidentally I have learned something about the inhabitants of Transylvania, but apart from that I know now exactly what a novel for the holidays should contain.  Its ingredients are many and rather wonderful, but Mrs. REYNOLDS is a deft mixer, and her skill in managing no fewer than three love affairs without getting them and you into a tangle is little short of miraculous.  Then we are given plenty of legends, mysteries and dreams, just intriguing enough to produce an eerie atmosphere, but not sufficiently exciting to cause palpitations of the heart.  Need I add that the tenant of the castle married the owner of it?  As she was both human and sporting, it worries me to think that she may now be interned.

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[Illustration:  Patriot Golfer (seeing British aeroplane and not wanting to take any risks).  “FORE!”]