When I awoke, Clara J. was saying, "Possibly it would look much betterif I went with you. Wait just a moment, till I get this apronoff--there! come along!"

I arose, and with delightful unanimity the chair arose also,clinging like a passionate porusplaster to my pantaloons.

"Mercy'" exclaimed Clara J., "that little villain, Tacks, has beenmaking molasses candy!"