"Mason! I'm ashamed of you!" cried Eunice, laughing. "Don't let
him tease you, Aunt Abby; he doesn't mean a word he says!"

"Oh, but I do! I want to learn to read other people's thoughts
--not like our friend Hanlon, but really, by means of my senses
and brain."

"You prove you haven't any brain, when you talk like that!" put
in Hendricks, contemptuously.

"And you prove you haven't any sense," retorted Elliott "I say,
who's for a walk? I've got to sweep the cobwebs out of the place
where my brain ought to be--even if it is empty, as my learned
colleague avers."

"I'll go," and Eunice jumped up. "I want a breath of fresh air.
Come along, San?"

"Nixy I've got to look over some papers in connection with my
coming election as president of a big club."

"Your coming election may come when you're really in the prime of
life," Hendricks laughed, "or, perhaps, not till you strike the
sere and yellow, but if you refer to this year's campaign of the
Athletic Club, please speak of my coming election."

"Oh, you two deadly rivals!" exclaimed Eunice. "I'm glad to
be out of it, if you're going to talk about those eternal
prize-fights and club theatres! Come on, Mason, let's go for