Well Met

"Brown's two . . . . Davis three . . . A slim khaki-clad young man was standing at the doors of a baker's van in a small village on the coast north of New Plymouth distributing plain everyday loaves of bread in a business-like manner.

"Have you a spare loaf?" asked a camper.

"I'm not sure yet . . . . . . . He turned to see who was speaking, and espied the old lozenge-shaped badge, . . . . From Victoria?"

"Yes."

"I was ther '24-'27 taking law and had a breakdown, so I'm doing open-air work. West Facility"

"Science . . . . since '31."

"They were good old days. . . . Smith feur. . . Yes, I have a spare loaf."

A few words more, a handshake and the incident was over . . . . the meeting of two Wikitorians.

M.J.T.K.