It's good to see you back, Phil.

Your mother didn't say much, but she was sore at heart, _I_ know, though she did put a bold face on it." "I know....

You won't mind my running away now, Uncle George?
You see--" "Aw, I know! Gallop away back, my boy.

And--say, Phil, mon gars,--don't let that young cub from Herm get ahead of you.

He's been making fine play while you've been away." And I waved my hand and sped back to the merrymaking..