This certainly is a jolly little kennel--you can fix it up in splendid shape--rugs and mahogany and what-nots and ding-dongs--and a couple of tabby cats and a good dog--" "Isn't it fascinating!" cried Boots.

"Phil, all this real estate is mine! And the idea makes me silly-headed.

I've been sitting on this pile of rugs pretending that I'm in the midst of vast and expensive improvements and alterations; and estimating the cost of them has frightened me half to death.

I tell you I never had such fun, Phil.

Come on; we'll start at the cellar--there is some coal and wood and some wonderful cobwebs down there--and then we'll take in the back yard; I mean to have no end of a garden out there, and real clothes-dryers and some wistaria and sparrows--just like real back yards.