in such a hurry getting away that they never noticed it till it was
too everlastingly late!"

Before we could remonstrate with the Boy-Disaster he let another
whoop out of him and darted off in the direction of the barn.

That whoop brought the two wire-tappers to their feet and after
they both shook their fists eagerly in our direction they started
in frenzied haste for the depot.

As they scurried frantically out of our neighborhood Uncle Peter
smiled blandly and murmured, "For lecturers, female reformers and
all those who lead a sedentary life there's nothing like exercise!"

Putting my arm around Clara J.'s waist I whispered, "Didn't I tell
you it was one of Bunch's put-up jobs? He's jealous because I'm so
happy out here with you, that's all! As for the telegram, forget
it!"

"All right, John," said Clara J., "but nevertheless that same
telegram gave you a busy day, didn't it?"

"It surely did, but it was only because I hated to have you
worried," I answered as she went in the house to console Aunt
Martha.

I sat down in a chair expecting every moment to have the Prince of
Liars come up and congratulate me.

Humming a tune quietly to himself Uncle Peter watched the flying