a woman in so few clothes, besides his own wife.

The pages of small type were too much for either of them, but the headlines were sometimes easy enough to read. Naturally, they could make nothing of them.

Then they came to the joke page.

"Look here," said Duncan, "These arc fine drawings!"

"A man, a dog, a cat," said Jeanette.

"Arrr-g-h!" said Duncan, as he tried to say a word from the Garfield strip, "This be some other tongue. Some gentleman from London or Wells might be able to speak it?"

"You're not thinking of going to Wells," said his wife.

"I be not," replied Duncan, "There's more important things to do than trail across the land with a piece of parchment. No, I think I'll have to show this to the priest."

"That would please me," said Jeanette, "The priest will know what this parchment says. He's learned letters better than anyone round here."

Satisfied that he had made a right good decision, Duncan rolled the newspaper up again and began to drink his soup.



HOLY ORDERS

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When Duncan arrived outside the aged and rather decrepit monastery, it was late in the afternoon. He doubted not that he would be allowed to stay the night with the monks, since they had taken so much money from him since he was young enough to earn it, he felt they would be only too pleased to give something back to him.

He approached the stone gateway, where he met an elderly man, wearing a rough cloth garment, tied with a thin rope cord.

"Good morrow to you," said Duncan,

"Good morrow to you too, brother," said the monk smiling kindly, "Where do you hail from?"

"My village, just north of Wells," said Duncan, "It has been a long journey."

"I believe you, brother," said the monk, "You are welcome here. Please come in and be refreshed."

Glad to be welcomed so, Duncan followed the monk