party. "It's potatoes that grow under the ground."

"It's all one," retorted Jim glibly. "Potatoes and tomatoes. I
knew one grew in the air and the other grew in the ground."

"What about the grape fruits, Jim?" demanded the first speaker.

"Well, they grow on the vines. They are just like big yeller
grapes. Many 's a time out on my country estate I have climbed
the ladder and picked 'em from the vines that grow so high they
hid the sight of the street from the piazzy of my bungaloo."

"I'm wondering where you got this yacht, Jim," inquired another.

"Never mind how I got it as long as we have got it. That's the
main thing," interrupted another one. "What I want to know, is
about those grape fruits we're talking about. How does it taste?"

"Fine. Fine," answered Jim promptly. Then turning to the boys he
inquired, "Have you got anything on board to eat?"

"You see that monemint up yonder," interrupted another pointing
to a tall granite shaft that could be seen in the distance. The
entire party including the boys at once looked in the direction
indicated and saw a beautiful memorial stone, although few of
them were aware of what it commemorated.

"Yes, that's my granddad's tombstone," said one of the tramps.

"I guess he must have been some man," exclaimed one of his