Uncle Peter chuckled affirmatively, but seemed unwilling to
continue the subject further. "Isn't it glorious out here," he
smiled. "Pure air, fresh from the bakery of Heaven! I have
younged myself ten years since we came out here. Yesterday I fell
in a bear trap which Tacks had dug and carefully concealed with
brush and leaves. It took me four hours to get out because I'm
rather stout, but the exercise surely did me good."

Can you beat him?

A week later the second anniversary of our wedding would roll
around, and although Clara J. was a trifle hard to win over, I
finally coaxed her to let me have Bunch out to spend a few hours
with us on that occasion.

At the appointed hour Bunch arrived and Clara J. greeted him with
every word of that telegram darting forth darkly from her eyes.

"Mrs. John," said Bunch, "I'm simply delighted to know you. I've
often heard your husband speak well of you."

She had to smile in spite of herself.

"Mrs. John," Bunch went on, with splendid assurance; "you should be
proud of this matinee idol husband of yours, for, to tell you the
truth, he's all the goods--he certainly is."

Clara J. looked somewhat embarrassed, and as for me, I was away out
to sea in an open boat. I hadn't the faintest idea what Bunch was