Both boys discharged volleys of questions as we stood by the
gorge, and the fact that the roar of the falling water prevented
me from hearing them did not cause them to relax their efforts in
the least. I walked to the hotel for a cigar, taking the children
with me. I certainly spent no more than three minutes in selecting
and lighting a cigar, and asking the barkeeper a few questions
about the Falls; but when I turned, the children were missing, nor
could I see them in any direction. Suddenly before my eyes arose
from the nearer brink of the gorge two yellowish disks, which I
recognized as the hats of my nephews; then I saw between the disks
and me two small figures lying upon the ground. I was afraid to
shout, for fear of scaring them, if they happened to hear me, I
bounded across the grass, industriously raving and praying by
turns. They were lying on their stomachs and looking over the edge
of the cliff. I approached them on tip-toe, threw myself upon the
ground, and grasped a foot of each child.

"Oh, Uncle Harry!" screamed Budge in my ear, as I dragged him
close to me, kissing and shaking him alternately, "I hunged over
more than Toddie did."

"Well, I--I--I--I--I--I--I hunged over a good deal, ANY how," said
Toddie, in self-defense.

That afternoon I devoted to making a bouquet for Miss Mayton, and
a most delightful occupation I found it. It was no florist's
bouquet, composed of only a few kinds of flowers, wired upon
sticks, and arranged according to geometric pattern. I used many a
rare flower, too shy of bloom to recommend itself to florists; I
combined tints almost as numerous as the flowers were, and