"Permission to visit Mr. Smith."

Without condescending to notice for the time my
request he gave the interview a rather ludicrous
turn, I thought, by questioning me somewhat after
this manner:

"Can you dance, Mr. Flipper?"

Having answered this to his entire satisfaction,
he further asked:

"Expect to attend the hops this summer?"

"Oh no, sir," replied I, smiling, as he also was,
for I had just discovered the drift of his questions.
After mischievously studying my countenance for a
moment, he returned to the original subject and
queried, "Where do you want to go?"

I told him.

"Well, get out of my sight."

I considered the permission granted, and hastily
withdrew to take advantage of it.

Between breakfast and supper those of us
who had been there at least a day had quite a