That night we went "a larking," and Walter held the bag.

I did not see him till next morning.

While I was gulping down my coffee, as well as laughter, Walter came around, looking sort of sheepish and shy like, and I was trying to look as solemn as a judge.

Finally he came up to the fire and kept on eyeing me out of one corner of his eye, and I was afraid to look at him for fear of breaking out in a laugh.

When I could hold in no longer, I laughed out, and said, "Well, Walter, what luck last night ?" He was very much disgusted, and said, "Humph! you all think that you are smart.