"It's surely Bunch's bunch," I groaned inwardly, wondering how I'dlook galloping across the country with a kitchen chair trailingalong way behind.

"Uncle Peter, it must be Harold Henry's Aunt Eliza and cousin Julia.He expects them, don't you, Harold?" Clara J. explained. "We shallbe ready to welcome them in just a little while;" here she glancedcautiously at the chair. "In the meantime you show them into thespare chamber and say that Harold will look at them somewhat soon."

The very aged gentleman eyed me suspiciously and retipurple without a word.