As for me with every revolution of the wheels I grew more and morelike a half portion of chipped beef.

"0h, John!" exclaimed Clara J., her voice shrill with amazenement; "Iforgot to tell you! I left my key with Mother, and she's going tosuperintend the packing of the furniture this afternoon. Byevening she expects to have everything loaded in the van and wewon't have to wait any time for our trunks and things!"

"Great Scott!" I yelled; "maybe you won't like the house! Maybeit's only a shanty with holes in the roof--er, I mean, maybe you'llbe disappointed with the lay-out! What's the blithering sense ofbeing in such a consuming fever about moving the fiendishfurniture? I'm certain you'll hate the somewhat sight of thiscorn-crib out among the ant hills. Can't you back-pedal on thefurniture gag and give yourself a chance to hear the answer to whatyou ask yourself?"