THE TIME OF HIS LIFE "Dot, do you remember Kirke Waldron?" Dorothy Broughton, daintily manipulating her breakfast grapefruit, her shapely young arm showing interesting curves through the muslin and lace of her morning gownmade by her own clever fingerslooked up at her brother Julius.

Mrs. Richards took the lid off the sugar-bowl and powdered her grapefruit sparingly.

They sent grapefruit and confections to my state-room, which I tossed out of the port-hole.