Heavens! how they do spring up!" The remainder of Brock's day was spent in getting acquainted with his family--or, rather, his _menage_.

There were habits and foibles, demands and restrictions, that he had to adapt himself to with unvarying benignity.

He made a friend of Raggles without half trying; dogs always took to him, he admitted modestly.

Tootles was less vulnerable.

She howled consistently at each of his first half-dozen advances; his courage began to wane with shocking rapidity; his next half-hearted advances were in reality inglorious retreats.