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Dora was covering boxes with silver paper to put sweets in for a school treat, and Dicky was making a cardboard model of a new screw he has invented for ocean steamers. But Oswald did not mind interrupting, because Dora ought not to work too hard, and Halma always ends in a row, and I would rather not say what I think of Dicky's screw. So Oswald said "I want a council. Where's Alice?"

"I thought they'd given up dinner in the best circles." "Ah, yes. Of course. But what about the auction halma?" "That's what's worrying me. And so I was going to say if you'll be good enough to tell me where I am, I'll make my way home to where I'm staying." Before I could reply, a voice that I recognized came through the drawing room window. "Ah, how do you do, Mrs. Fletcher.

But he happened to be winning the beastly Halma game, and Oswald saw that there was going to be trouble "big trouble," as Mr. Kipling says.

The nurse of those peevish little Mortons is worn out, for the mother is ill, and can't help her at all, so I promised to amuse the children for an hour after lunch while she takes a nap. Then I have to play a game of halma with old Mr Schute, and help Miss Ranger to dress and come on deck. She thinks she can manage it to-day, and it will do her a world of good to get some fresh air."

Sadie went down to the library for a book. Wendy and Jess began a game of halma. Even Diana, after staring disconsolately out of the window, settled to read Ivanhoe. Downstairs the seniors, in peace and quiet, finished copying out their essays. "They look so neat now they're done," rejoiced Geraldine. "Shall you keep your old copy?" "What's the use?" said Hilary.

At least I suppose his brothers Dicky and Noël and H.O. are heroes too, in a way, but somehow the author of these lines knows more about Oswald's inside realness than he does about the others. But I am getting too deep for words. So Oswald went into the common-room. Every one was busy. Noël and H.O. were playing Halma.

And so the only person he came to know at all was himself. He would play Halma against himself. He would conduct solitary conversations, in which one part of him asked and another part answered. It was an exciting game, and concluded with the formula: "Good-bye. Thank you. I am glad to have met you. I hope before long we shall enjoy another chat."

Duncan walked home with Josie on two weekday evenings and twice on Sundays, and learned how to play Halma and Parcheesi, as well as how long to linger at the front gate in the gloaming, saying good-night. Eight young women of the town set their caps for him, at one time or another and... set them back again, because he was too blind to see.

"Absolutely," said Susan so seriously, so sadly, that the invalid laid a bony cold one over the smooth brown one arrested on the "Halma" board. "Why, I wasn't scolding you, dearie!" she said kindly. "I just wanted you to appreciate your blessings!" "I know I know," Susan answered, smiling with an effort. She went to bed a little while later profoundly depressed. It was all true, it was all true!

The wretched first lieutenant grew red about the face and started to breathe heavily. "Then on another evening we might encourage the men to play progressive games like draughts, halma, picture lotto, spillikins, ping-pong, and beggar-my-neighbour.