fighting with other boys."

"No, ma'am," said Johnny.

Aunt Janet smiled again. "Now run and wash
your face and hands," said she; "you must not keep
supper waiting. Your mother has a paper to write
for her club, and I have promised to help her."

"Yes, ma'am," said Johnny. He walked out,
carrying the great gold timepiece, bewildered, em-
barrassed, modest beneath his honors, but little
cock of the walk, whether he would or no, for reasons
entirely and forever beyond his ken.




JOHNNY-IN-THE-WOODS




JOHNNY-IN-THE-WOODS

JOHNNY TRUMBULL, he who had demon-
strated his claim to be Cock of the Walk by a
most impious hand-to-hand fight with his own aunt,
Miss Janet Trumbull, in which he had been deci-
sively victorious, and won his spurs, consisting of his