But it occurred to me they might bury their enthusiasm in the cemetery along with me." He gave his crackling, snapping laugh that was strange and even startling in itself, but seemed the natural expression of his snapping eyes and tight-curling, wiry whiskers and hair.

"So I fixed up my will.

No pack of worthless heirs to make a mockery of my life and teachings after I'm gone.

No, sir-ee!" Arthur was more at ease.

"Appearances" were no longer against him--distinctly the reverse.