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a generous house nestled into the flats, a sort of Georgian affair with eight well-ordered windows on the front of the house. People still call it Gilston Farm, though it is them, the Crombies, who work it now. The farm is half finished--one task not done, another full of promise--and he felt heavy with the need to improve it for the children, who were still inside at breakfast, turning the tiny pages of their family newspaper: The Daily Twitter, 2 June 1918 ---Fine and Warm! There may be a thunderstorm!--The DRIVE against the WEEDS continues with unabated FURY & the Allies recovered much ground. It is hoped the onion bed will be completely cleared of the enemy by tonight. The Score: Budge 56 cents ­ Ned, 48 cents ­ Mab, 38 cents = Total $1.52. BORN! To Mrs. Partridge Wyandotte & to Mrs. Black-crested-white-polish, 1 chick each out of a possible 15!! An Old Friend Leaving Us! Some of our readers will, no doubt, be sorry to learn that the well-known Gilstonian, "No-Spot," is about to transfer her charms to the farm of Mr. Bob Crozier. Her many friends join in wishing her the best of swill in her new home. Every evening Edward Rubidge Crombie fed newsprint into his typewriter, turning life into story. He was careful and slow--using red and black ink, special characters, underlining --and when he removed the paper, he could cut it precisely into 2-inch by 3-inch notecards that he left on the breakfast table before anyone was awake. 2