You stopped at Huyler's for candy, I'll lay my last depreciated dollar on it." My other parent looked guiltily at some oblong boxes tied up in white paper with narrow red ribbon, which, innocently enough I consider, enhance the value of life to us both.

But she ignored the charge--momma hates arguments.
"Dear me!" she said, as the space widened between us and the docks.

"So we are all going to Europe together this morning! I can hardly realise it.

Farewell America! How interesting life is." "Yes," replied poppa.

"And now I guess I'd better show you your cabins before it gets any more interesting." We had a calm evening, though nothing would induce momma to think so, and at ten o'clock Senator J.P.Wick and I were still pacing the deck talking business.