She will be eleven years old next Saturday." "By Jeminy, yes, dot's so! I forgot dot, Masie.

Yes, it comes on de tventy-fust.

Vy you don't tell me before, little Beesvings ?" "Yes, next Saturday; only four days off," continued Felix, forging ahead to avoid any side-tracking of his main theme.

"And what are you going to do for her?
Not many more of them before she will be out of the window like a bird, and off with somebody else." Otto ruminated.

He loved his daughter, even if he did sometimes forget her very existence.