"Shure, Miss," protested Norah, in deprecation of Kitty's flashing eye, "there's thim that's lived among shnakes and poysin riptiles and faverous disayses that's particklar av the beds and sheets they lie on.

Hisht! Howly Mother! it's something else he's wanting now!" The door of Uncle Sylvester's room had slowly opened, and a blue pyjama'd sleeve appeared, carefully depositing the sheaf of bows and arrows outside the door.

"I say, Norah, or Bridget there, some of you take those infernal things away.

And look out, will you, for the arrowheads are deadly poison.

The fool who got 'em didn't know they were African, and not Indian at all! And hold on!" The hand vanished, and presently reappeared holding two rifles.