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Miss Eyester resented the aspersion the nity, rising: "If no one else will call him, I shall"

"Ru to whoave a headache

"I wish I had a barrel of it," growled old Mr Penrose "When I get hoet me a worm and make moonshine"

"Oh, how dread-ful!"

"'Tain't," Mr Penrose contradicted Aunt Lizzie, curtly

"'Tis!" retorted Aunt Lizzie

They glared at each other balefully, and while everybody waited to hear if she could think of anything else to say to hi: "The door's locked and there's a towel pinned over the "

"No!" They exclai's happened?"

"He locked the door because he does not want to be disturbed, and the towel is to keep the light out," Mr Stott deduced

"Of course!" They all laughed heartily and adht of that," growled Mr Penrose

"You think you know everything," said Aunt Lizzie, in whom his threat to make moonshine and break the law still rankled

"I know quite a lot, if I could just think of it," replied Mr Penrose alood-naturedly

"All the sa-pan in the doorway, "it's not like hio up and see if I can raise hiing on the door with the frying-pan, and calling He returned in a fewqueer about it It's still as a graveyard He ain't snoring"

"Could he have made ith himself?" Mr Appel's tone was sepulchral

"Oh-h-h!" Miss Eyester gasped faintly

"Perhaps he has ested

"I'll go down and see if I can notice his legs stickin' out of the crick anywhere," said Mr Hicks, briskly

"It is very curious--very strange indeed," they declared sole spare-ribs--a favourite dish with The Happy Fa, said in a tone that had a note of disappointment "He ain't drowned"

"Is his horse in the corral?" asked Wallie

Mr Hicks took observations from the doorway and reported that it hich deepened the ed or dead, could sleep through the cook's battering with the frying-pan, Wallie hi before he had gone to Prouty "I wisht I'd died when I was little," he re