At the gate we beheld a kicking, struggling mass of lingerie andbad dialect, which presently resolved itself into the forms of mytemporary relatives who were now busily engaged in macadamizing theroadway with their heads.

Then Tacks came yelling on the scene: "I thought maybe they wasfemale burglars so I stretched a wire acrost the gate and they wasin such a hurry getting away that they never noticed it till it wastoo everlastingly late!"

Before we could remonstrate with the Boy-Disaster he let anotherwhoop out of him and darted off in the direction of the barn.