"Hello!" said he, looking into the room; "aren't you home a little early to-day?
Ah, I thought you weren't going to bring that dog into the house any more.

I wish you wouldn't, son; he gets hair and fleas about everywhere." "All right, governor," answered Vandover.

"I'll take him out.

Come along, Cork." "But aren't you home earlier than usual to-day ?" persisted his father as Vandover got up.
"Yes," said Vandover, "I guess I am, a little." After supper the same evening when Vandover came downstairs, drawing on his gloves, his father looked over his paper, saying pleasantly: "Well, where are you going to-night ?" "I'm going to see my girl," said Vandover, smiling; then foreseeing the usual question, he added, "I'll be home about eleven, I guess." "Got your latch-key ?" asked the Old Gentleman, as he always did when Vandover went out.
"Yep," called back Vandover as he opened the door.

"I'll not forget it again.