I know _I_ wouldn't want to be all stirred up about 'tests' and 'materializations' and such, and so I told her Comfort was asleep." "She wasn't asleep, neither," declared Lute.

"What did you tell such a whopper as that for?
You're always sailin' into me if I stretch a yarn the least mite.

Why, last April Fool Day you give me Hail Columby for jokin' you about a mouse under the kitchen table.

Called me all kinds of names, you did--after you got down off the table." His wife regarded him scornfully.

"It's pretty hard to remember which IS that partic'lar day with you around," she said.