For my part, I'm the laughin' philosopher--the giggling philosopher, by George! he! he! Come Katy, let's walk." Katy was glad enough to get her lover away fro her brother.

She hated quarreling, and didn't see why people couldn't be peaceable.

And so she took Mr.Westcott's arm, and they walked out, that gentleman stopping to strike a match and light his cigar at the door, and calling back, "Dood by, all, dood by! Adieu, Monsieur Sawney, _au revoir_!" Before he had passed out of the gate he was singing lustily: "Ten little, nine little, eight little Injun; Seven little, six little, five little Injun; Four, little, three little, two little Injun; One little Injun girl! "He! he! By George! Best joke, for the time of the year, I ever heard." "I think," said Mrs.Ferret, after Katy and her lover had gone--she spoke rapidly by jerks, with dashes between--"I think, Mr.Sawney--that you are worthy of commendation--I do, indeed--for your praiseworthy stand--against Romanism.

I don't know what will become of our liberties--if the priests ever get control--of this country." Sawney tried to talk, but was so annoyed by the quick effrontery with which Westcott had carried the day that he could not say anything quite to his own satisfaction.

At last Dave rose to go, and said he had thought maybe he mout git a chance to explain things to Miss Charlton ef Mr.
Westcott hadn't gone off with her.