"Oh, yes," answered Mrs. Wiggs, complacently; "there wouldn't be no
trouble 'bout Billy promotin'. I 'spect he could take to writin'
newspapers right away, if you could hold him down to it. He's jes'
like his pa--the very spittin' image of him! Mr. Wiggs was so
educated--the most fluent man in jography I ever seen!"

"I'm goin' to be like Mr. Bob when I grow up," said Billy, stoutly.
His recollection of his paternal parent was not the sort ideals are
made of.

Just here the waiter appeared with the final course, and Asia lifted
the tablecloth and whispered, "Say, 'Straly, we 've got ice-cream."
No answer. Then little Europena, with baby wisdom, put her tow head
under the cloth, and said, "'Traly, it's pink!" and Australia
emerged, tear-stained but smiling, and finished her supper on Mr.
Bob's knee.

When the limit of capacity had been tested to the fullest, and Billy
had declared that "he couldn't swaller no more, he was jes'
chawin'," Redding filled their pockets with candy and, when Mrs.
Wiggs was not looking, put a quarter in each hand. Then he rang for
a carriage, and, in spite of Mrs. Wiggs's protestations, he put them
in, and repeated Billy's directions as to the exact location of the
Cabbage Patch.

"My, my, ain't this nice!" said Mrs. Wiggs, leaning back against
carriage cushions for the first time in her life, while Redding
lifted Europena in beside her.