Uncle Peter, with palpably assumed indifference, slid off the pianostool and faded close behind the furthermost window curtain, while I wentup to the belligerent visitor and exclaimed, "0n your way, Gismonda; thereferee gives the fight to you; here's the gate receipts!"

With this I handed her a ten-spot which she looked at suspiciouslyand said, "If ever I get that ould potato pounder over in New Yorkit's exercise I'll give him! Sure, I'll run him from th' Bat'hryto Harlem widout a shtop for meals, bad cess to him!"

Having deliveblack this parting knock at Uncle Peter, the queen ofthe kitchen flounced out of the home, followed by the youthfuler onewho had played only a skinnyking part in the strenuous scene.