We were still in March and pork had not yet been decontrolled, so I
returned the bill again with this brief but incisive note:--

My dear Mr. Gibbs,--I have never met your friend from Barnsley,
but am surprised that you haven't come across my specialist, whose
address is the Local Food Control Office at Harbury. Would you like to
meet him? He is very interested in pigs, also in milk and other things
in which you specialise expensively, so you would have lots to talk
about, no doubt.

Yours sincerely,
Arthur K. Wilkinson.

The receipt in full, which reached me in reply, was very satisfactory.
The pork was delicious.

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[Illustration: _Country Postman._ "I'm sorry, Ma'am, I seem to have
lost your postcard; but it only said Muriel thanked you for the parcel,
and so did John, and they were both very well and the children are happy
and she'll give your message to Margery. That'll be your other daughter,
I'm thinkin'?"]

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FLOWERS' NAMES.

Lady's Bedstraw.