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--
Irish doctor.  I did
trust myself, and had better medical treatment than in any
other country of the world.  The personal, the human touch
was there, and that is better than all the mechanical coldness
of the young doctors.
    Brud Campbell had erected a good stone wall round our
grounds, replacing a broken one, because we were sorely
troubled by trippers from England.  People used to come on
excursions from  Liverpool and enter the gardens of the
Howth people and camp there!  We had one "tripper" who
caused some amusement.  One morning there was a loud
knock at the door.  My wife answered it, and found a Ger-
man woman outside.  She tried to push her way in, but
failed.  Then she announced that she was going to camp on
our doorstep until she was allowed in to "sit at the feet of
Lobsang Rampa." As I was in bed, and certainly did not
want anyone sitting at my feet, she was asked to go.  By
afternoon she was still there.  Mr. Loftus came along,
looking very fierce and efficient, and persuaded the woman
to go down the hill, get on a bus for Dublin, and not come
back!
    They were busy days, with me trying not to overtax my
strength.  Doctor from Lhasa was now completed, but letters
were coming in from all over the world.  Pat the Postman