About 8 o'clock she dragged me away from a dream and I reluctantly
awoke to a realization of the fact that I was due to deliver some
goods which I had never seen and didn't want to see.

"Get up, John!" Clara J. suggested, with a degree of excitement in
her voice; "it's getting dreadfully late and you know I'm all
impatience to see that lovely home you've bought for me in the
country!"

[Illustration: Clara J.--A Dream of Peaches--Please Pass the
Cream.]

Me under the covers, gnawing holes in the pillow to keep from
swearing.

"Oh, dear me!" she sighed, "I'm afraid I'm just a bit sorry to
leave this sweet little apartment. We've been so happy here,
haven't we?"

I grabbed the ball and broke through the center for 10 yards.

"Sorry," I echoed, tearfully; "why, it's breaking my heart to leave
this cozy little collar box of a home and go into a great large
country house full of--of--of rooms, and--er--and windows,
and--er--and--er--piazzas, and--and--and cows and things like that."

"Of course we wouldn't have to keep the cow in the house," she
said, thoughtfully.