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Se said, “Don't you want to?”

And I said, “Why, Mina, I was wondering how I dared ask you.”

She said, “Oh, in Russia that's quite all right.” It was then.

You probably would have been rooming with that other girl!

Oh, God! So for four wonderful weeks in Russia Mina was my girl.

Also, she probably saw a part of the world that she never would have seen.

It probably turned her into a capitalist for life, but I know she had a wonderful time with us.

My birthday is May 25th, and we celebrated it with a big dinner party at Suchun. We invited several Russians who were around, complete strangers, but everybody was so friendly. While we were in this town, we went for a ride in a droshky, an old-fashioned Russian hansom cab--the four of us. When Mina wasn't looking once, I nudged this driver and said, “How do you like Communism?”

He looked around quickly to be sure Mina wasn't looking and then he went, “Kkkkkkkkkkkkk,” ripping his hand across his throat. And when Mina turned back, he was looking stolidly in front with no expression. I remember how we laughed over