"I've only been thinking." "An' such _beaut_chiful thoughts," observed the Major, testily, for he resented the interruption of his Sunday afternoon treat.

"You thought 'em aloud, sir, and the sound of it was a bad imithation of a bullfrog in a marsh.

You'll have to give up eating the salad, sir." "Bah! don't I know ?" asked Uncle John, indignantly.
"Well, if your knowledge is better than our hearing, I suppose you do," retorted the Major.

"But to an ignorant individual like meself the impression conveyed was that you snored like a man that has forgotten his manners an' gone to sleep in the prisence of a lady." "Then no one has a better right to do that," declared Patsy, soothingly; "and I'm sure our dear Uncle John's thoughts were just the most beautiful dreams in the world.

Tell us of them, sir, and we'll prove the Major utterly wrong." Even her father smiled at the girl's diplomacy, and Uncle John, who was on the verge of unreasonable anger, beamed upon her gratefully.
"I'm going to Europe," he said.
The Major gave an involuntary start, and then turned to look at him curiously.
"And I'm going to take Patsy along," he continued, with a mischievous grin.
The Major frowned.
"Conthrol yourself, sir, until you are fully awake," said he.