eyes, before which waved protectingly a hand clad
in a black silk glove with dangling finger-tips, be-
cause it was too long, and it dawned swiftly upon
him that Aunt Janet was trying to shield her face
from the moving column of brown motes. He
stopped kicking, but it was too late. Aunt Janet
had him by the collar and was vigorously shaking
him with nervous strength.

"You are a very naughty little boy," declared
Aunt Janet. "You should know better than to walk
along the street raising so much dust. No well-
brought-up child ever does such things. Who are
your parents, little boy?"

Johnny perceived that Aunt Janet did not recog-
nize him, which was easily explained. She wore
her reading-spectacles and not her far-seeing ones;
besides, her reading spectacles were obscured by
dust and her nephew's face was nearly obliterated.
Also as she shook him his face was not much in evi-
dence. Johnny disliked, naturally, to tell his aunt
Janet that her own sister and brother-in-law were
the parents of such a wicked little boy. He there-
fore kept quiet and submitted to the shaking, mak-
ing himself as limp as a rag. This, however, exas-
perated Aunt Janet, who found herself encumbered
by a dead weight of a little boy to be shaken, and
suddenly Johnny Trumbull, the fighting champion
of the town, the cock of the walk of the school,