up one morning, and there he stood in the room, looking down at me. He declared that ten days in the Holy Land—without me—was enough for him. He had "done" Jerusalem and bathed in the Dead Sea—but Galilee could wait for another time. There was a swift Italian steamer up the coast. He saw it posted at Cook's in Jerusalem. Hurried down to Jaffa and caught it. We have decided that separations are not a success. May there be no more. As we do not have to go back to Tarsus for two days, we are staying on to pass Armenian Christmas with the Doughty- Wylies. They are going to take us pig-sticking to-morrow.
Tarsus,
January twenty-second.
To-day we rode across the Plain to the Cave of the Seven Sleepers.
I enjoy "training the Turks." They let their wives walk while they ride. Sometimes the poor woman will have a child or some other
