He is moving about and we do not know how to address him."-- "That's a big preface--go on." "I did not see Josiah again until yesterday morning.

Aunt Ann has been insisting that my hair needs singeing at the ends to make it grow.

[It is too long now for comfort.]"-- "That's in brackets, Uncle Jim--the hair, I mean." "Yes--what next ?" "Well, John, when Aunt Ann keeps on and on in her gently obstinate, I mean resolute, way, it is best to give up and make believe a little that you agree with her.

My hair was to be singed--I gave up."-- "Oh, Leila!" exclaimed Penhallow, rocking in the saddle with laughter, while John looked up smiling.

"Go on." "So aunt's new maid got her orders, and while aunt was asleep in her room the maid brought up Josiah.