I come pert' near it last time we was up there.

Come on down! Ain't you goin' to the cotillon ?" Penrod made no reply.

Sam came nearer.
"Say," he called up in a guarded voice, "I went to our telephone a while ago and ast him how he was feelin', and he said he felt fine!" "So did I," said Penrod.

"He told me he felt bully!" Sam thrust his hands in his pockets and brooded.

The opening of the kitchen door caused a diversion.