in Colombo, and I have had an offer for them—a good one, that I am going to accept—and whom do you think it is from! Well, it's from a man who represents a celebrated house that stands on Union Square, Noo York. And what do you think of that! Sure, Phylis, this orb is but pinched and small. To think of doing business with Union Square in the heart of a jungle! "Dr. Livingstone, I presume."
Yours was a grand letter to get, and it must have been fun to write. No, I never shot tiger, but when I reach Calcutta I shall see one in a cage. It's Calcutta I'm going to, not Bombay. Why I felt called upon to say Bombay, I don't know. Things were changing places and whirling round the last time I wrote. But now behold me very steady again—a proficient speler, a good geografer, and your faithfullest servant,
Tomas Beauling.
Dear Phylis: I feel so personal this morning! I want to live differently, and
