"You may set in the parlor," said Mrs. Diggs, and departed stiffly with
the basket of trout.

"It's false," said Billy, at once.

Bertie did not grasp his thought.

"Her hair," said Billy. And certainly it was an unusual-looking
arrangement.

Presently, as they sat near a parlor organ in the presence of earnest
family portraits, Bertie made a new poem for Billy,--

"Said Aristotle unto Plato,
'Have another sweet potato? '"

And Billy responded, -

"Said Plato unto Aristotle,
'Thank you, I prefer the bottle.'"

"In here, are you?" said their beaming host at the door. "Now, I think
you'd find my department of the premises cosier, so to speak." He
nudged Bertie. "Do you boys guess it's too early in the season for a
silver-fizz?"


We must not wholly forget Oscar in Cambridge. During the afternoon he
had not failed in his punctuality; two more neat witnesses to this lay