also, for nurses and children. There are many such squares in
London, and they help to make the British capital a delightful
place in which to live.

As he went in, Harry saw a lot of the younger men who lived in the
square playing tennis. It was still broad daylight, although, at
home, dusk would have fallen. But this was England at the end of
July and the beginning of August, and the light of day would hold
until ten o'clock or thereabout. That was one of the things that
had helped to reconcile Harry to living in England. He loved the
long evenings and the chance they gave to get plenty of sport and
exercise after school hours.

The school that he and Dick attended was not far away; they went
to it each day. A great many of the boys boarded at the school,
but there were plenty who, like Dick and Harry, did not. But
school was over now, for the time. The summer holidays had just
begun.

At the table there was much talk of the war that was in the air.
But Mr. Fleming did not even yet believe that war was sure.

"They'll patch it up," he said, confidently. "They can't be so
mad as to set the whole world ablaze over a little scrap like the
trouble between Austria and Servia."

"Would it affect your business, dear?" asked Mrs. Fleming. "If
there really should be war, I mean ?"

"I don't think so," said he. "I might have to make a flying trip