JOHN HENRY GETS EXCITED.

The next day being Sunday, I determined to forget all my troubles
and take Peaches out buggy riding.

I felt sure that Bunch was rid of his grouch by this time, and that
he wouldn't have a rock in his hat for me for pulling that "Uncle
Cornelius" gag.

I rather expected he'd show up at Ruraldene some time Sunday
evening. At any rate, I was sure Skinski and the Dodo bird had
conned him back to real life, and that by Monday morning he'd be
ripe for work again.

Peaches and Aunt Martha said very little about Bunch's new
relatives. They decided that "Uncle Cornelius" was eccentric and
rather interesting, but when they thought of "Aunt Flora" they both
got nervous and changed the subject.

When I suggested the buggy ride to Peaches she was delighted, and I
moseyed for the Ruraldene livery stable to get staked to a horse.

Anybody who has ever lived in a suburban town will doubtless recall
what handsome specimens of equine perfection may be found in the
local livery stable--not.

The livery man at Ruraldene is named Henlopen Diffenbingle, and he
looks the part,