mates. But she'd her eye on him.

"'Bobbie, Bobbie!' she says, 'Where are you going?'

"'I'm going to bed,' said Bobbie. 'Good night!'

"'Bobbie, Bobbie,' she says, sharply. 'That isn't our room;
_this_ is our room, Bobbie. Come back at once! What do you
mean, Bobbie? _Do you hear me, Bobbie?_'

"So Bobbie came back, and went in with the scarecrow. Next morning
she was first at the breakfast table, in a dressing-gown and curl
papers. And when they were all sitting down Bobbie sneaked in,
looking awfully sheepish, and sidled for his chair at the other end of
the table. But she'd her eyes on him.

"'Bobbie, Bobbie!' she said, 'Come and kiss me, Bobbie!'" And he
had to do it in front of them all.

"But I believe she made him a good wife."




HIS COUNTRY-AFTER ALL


The Blenheim coach was descending into the valley of the Avetere
River--pronounced Aveterry--from the saddle of Taylor's Pass. Across
the river to the right, the grey slopes and flats stretched away to