As for the youngsters, you may depend upon it they did not need any coaxing or persuasion to make them believe _that_ was a good game." "I should think not!" murmured the Babe, looking longingly over the stream to where the wet slide glistened in the sun, and wishing that he might try it without any regard whatever to the seat of his little trousers.
"Taking it all together it was a pretty jolly life, I can tell you, there in the sweet-smelling, shadowy woods and sunny waters.

Then one day all at once, as quick as falling off a log, everything was changed." Uncle Andy paused to relight his pipe.

After a few seconds the Babe's impatience got the better of him; and before he could stop himself he blurted out "Why ?" The moment he had spoken he knew it was a fool question to ask, and he flushed.

But to his grateful relief Uncle did not seem to hear.
"A hunter from the city came that way.

He had a good eye, a repeating rifle, and no imagination whatever.