I--I think you'll like it there, Aunt Hannah," added William, anxiously.

"Of course Billy's got Spunk, but--" he hesitated, and smiled a little.
"Got what ?" faltered the other.
"Spunk.

Oh, I don't mean THAT kind," laughed William, in answer to the dismayed expression on his aunt's face.

"Spunk is a cat." "A cat!--but such a name, William! I--I think we'll change that." "Eh?
Oh, you do," murmured William, with a curious smile.

"Very well; be that as it may.