"I can feel it in my bones." "So we're going," said Uncle John, impressively, "to California--where they grow sunshine and roses to offset our blizzards and icicles." "Hurray!" shouted Patsy.

"I've always wanted to go to California." "California!" said the Major, amazed; "why, it's farther away than Europe.

It takes a month to get there." "Nonsense." retorted Uncle John.

"It's only four days from coast to coast.

I have a time-table, somewhere," and he began searching in his pockets.
There was a silence, oppressive on the Major's part, ecstatic as far as Patsy was concerned.