"Sure not," I chirped, in joy-freighted accents, as I grasped theglorious situation. "They aren't my relatives and never were. Themore I look at them the more convinced I am that there's no roomfor them to perch on my family tree. I disown them both. Back tothe woods with the Swede imposters!"

I win by an eyelash.

I was so happy I went over to the mantel and began to bite thebric-a-brac.