None of our party got an opportunity to take dinner with Mr.Young, but a Gentile by the name of Johnson professed to have enjoyed a sociable breakfast in the Lion House.

He gave a preposterous account of the "calling of the roll," and other preliminaries, and the carnage that ensued when the buckwheat cakes came in.

But he embellished rather too much.

He said that Mr.Young told him several smart sayings of certain of his "two-year-olds," observing with some pride that for many years he had been the heaviest contributor in that line to one of the Eastern magazines; and then he wanted to show Mr.Johnson one of the pets that had said the last good thing, but he could not find the child.
He searched the faces of the children in detail, but could not decide which one it was.

Finally he gave it up with a sigh and said: "I thought I would know the little cub again but I don't." Mr.Johnson said further, that Mr.Young observed that life was a sad, sad thing -- "because the joy of every new marriage a man contracted was so apt to be blighted by the inopportune funeral of a less recent bride." And Mr.
Johnson said that while he and Mr.Young were pleasantly conversing in private, one of the Mrs.Youngs came in and demanded a breast-pin, remarking that she had found out that he had been giving a breast-pin to No.