We cannot speak too highly of a collection of short
stories, The Little People, by L. Allen Harker (John Lane, 5s.) If we had to make a choice, we should put at the head "Williams," where tho deaf old gardener, apparently at death's door, is brought back to life by the clear voice of the "young master." Various bits of news interest him, but the crowning stroke is " Trimmie has scratched up such a lot of bulbs in the bed in the middle of the front lawn." "That there dog '11 'are to be beat, searching and scrambling and spiling my garden," says the old man, and recovers to do it. Very good also is "The Old Religion," where the Scots lassie protests to the monk who is carrying her —she has sprained her ankle—" I'll no recant! Ye may burn me, but I'll no recant !" and being reassured as to his intentions, warns him: "I'm sorely afraid ye'll no win Heaven if you worship graven images." But the whole volume is full of good things.
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