CHAPTER XXVI.
A BUNCH OF KEYS.
Uncle John did not sleep well.

Perhaps he had a guilty conscience.
Anyway, he tossed about a good deal on the sofa-bed in the living-room, and wore himself out to such an extent that when Patsy got up at eight o'clock her uncle had fallen into his first sound sleep.
She never disturbed him until she had made the fire and cooked the coffee and boiled the three white eggs.

By this time the Major was dressed and shaved, and he aroused Uncle John and bade him hurry into the closet and make his toilet, "so that Patsy could put the house to rights." Uncle John obeyed eagerly, and was ready as soon as the Major had brought the smoking rolls from the bakery.

Ah, but it was a merry breakfast; and a delicious one into the bargain.

Uncle John seemed hungry, and looked at the empty egg-shells regretfully.
"Next time, Patsy," he said, "you must buy six eggs." "Look at his recklessness!" cried Patsy, laughing.