a place they could put right in five minutes if it was left to them.  Deputations which have some idea of declaring strikes, general strikes and international strikes, if matters are not arranged to their liking, will be received between the hours of ten and twelve, and two and four, at the Kursaal.  Saturday afternoons and Sundays will be reserved for quiet walks.  I am mapping out some interesting routes, marking with a red dot the spots where the PREMIER is likely to stop and admire the view, and where you can approach him quietly from behind and involve him in an argument about Russia before he has time to get away.

Image a PREMIER arrived at the end of all the beautiful sights to be seen locally, inured to all the magnificent scenery around him, and no longer attracted by the novelty of life abroad, longing, it may be, for just one touch of home.  Then is the moment for the little surprise I am keeping for him up my sleeve.  “Come along to a place close by,” I shall say to him, for I see myself with the whole business well in my hands now; “come along to a village I know, whose very name will make you feel at home.”

Just outside Luzern we stop at Meggen, but it’s not that.  Kussnacht gets us well abroad again, and there is nothing particularly homely about Immensee, Arth-Goldau, Steinen, Schwyz or Brunnen.  In fact I can see my PREMIER getting suspicious and wondering what new political move this may be, when suddenly there will burst upon his astonished gaze—­

  FLUELLEN.

Let us leave him there, alone with his emotions, into which it would be impertinent to probe.  I may tell you quietly apart that there is a difference of opinion between me and Amtliches Schweizerisches Kursbuch about this name.  He wants to ration the l’s, but, having been there and heard the name pronounced, I have refused to be taught how to spell a good Welsh name by a darned foreigner.  If we are going to have any nonsense about it I have said that I shall stand out for the proper, full and uncorrupt spelling:  FLLEWELLYN.

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[Illustration:  “’ERE—­CHUCK IT, MISSUS.  WHY CAN’T YER LET US FIGHT IN PEACE?”]

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“‘That,’ declared Mr. Lloyd George amid loud cheers, ’is one of the most formidable challenges ever given to democracy.  Without hesitation every Government must accept that challenge.’  ‘Certainly we will,’ retorted the Prime Minister.”—­Evening Paper.

No wonder Mr. LLOYD GEORGE wants a holiday if he has begun to talk to himself.

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    “A telegram from Paris says:  It is announced here that an agreement has
    been concluded between France, Great Britain and Italy regarding the
    delimitation of the open golf championship.”—­Provincial Paper.

It will be noticed that America seems once more to have held aloof from the councils of the Allies.