THE HOME FROM HOME 37

public gardens, the low church hymns did not belong
to Cuna—"Cuna, full of charming roses, full of violet
shadows, full of music, full of love, Cuna. . . 1"
Wilkinson and Waterloo streets and the Crown
Bottling Restaurant were a poor exchange for Car-
men Street, the Avenue Messalina, the Grand Savan-.
nah Hotel.

Freetown's excitements are very English, as Dakar's
are very French; the Governor-General's garden party,
where white and black, keeping sedulously apart on
either side the beds, inspected the vegetables to the
sound of a military band: "Look, he's really managed
to grow tomatoes. Darling, let's go and see the
cabbages. Are those really lettuces?"; the Methodist
Synod: "Notices of motions fall thick and fast. We
pass over some questions in the agenda meanwhile.
We sit intently waiting to hear the Missionary Com-
mittee's letter, everyone is attentive, we listen, the air
is still, we can hear the dropping of a pin"; literature
from the Freetown Ededroko Store which advertised,
"Novels, Works of Hall Caine, Marie Corelli, R. L.
Stevenson, Bertha Clay, etc., e.g., by Corelli: Worm-
wood, Sorrows of Satan, Barabbas, Vendetta, Thelma,
Innocent; by Caine, The Deemster, A Son of Hagar,
The Woman Thou Gavest Me; by Stevenson: Treas-
ure Island, The Black Arrow; by Clay: A Woman's
Temptation, Married for her Beauty, Beyond
Pardon."

The contributions of Dorothy Violetta Mallatson
to the local daily Press vividly summarise the evan-
gelical fun of Freetown: "Looking behind us, Christ-
mas is just round the corner and out of sight. Out-
spreading away into the distance there is sunshine,