green, though of another and a still more startling shade.
"Curtains not come yet," observed Shockley. "I suppose they're to be green too?"
"I don't know," replied Rutter. "I left it to them."
"I rather like your greens," said Shockley, opening the long soft parcel. "Why, you've gone and got a red table-cloth!"
"It's their doing, not mine," observed Jan, phlegmatically.
"I wonder you don't take more interest in your study," said Shockley. "Most chaps take a pride in theirs. Red and green! It'll spoil the whole thing; they don't go, Tiger."
Jan made some show of shaking off his indifference in the face of this kindly interest in his surroundings.
"They might change it, Shockley."
"I wouldn't trust 'em," said that authority, shaking and scratching a bullet head by turns. "They're not too obliging, the tradesmen here—too much bloated monopoly. If you take my advice you'll let well alone."
"Then I will," said Jan eagerly. "Thanks, awfully, Shockley!"
"Not that it is well," resumed Shockley, as though the matter worried him. "A green table-cloth's the thing for you, Tiger, and a green table-cloth you must have if we can work it."
"It's very good of you to bother," said Jan, devoutly wishing he would not.
Shockley only shook his head.
"I've got one myself, you see," he explained in a reflective voice, as he examined the red cloth critically. "It's a better thing than this—better taste—and green—
