"Garfield, you stay with Miss Crew, darling, while Mrs. Gower dresses, and I put on my wraps."
"All O. K., mamma." After a few moments spent with 'The Pansy,' he comes over to the sofa.
"Miss Crew, Miss Crew; wake up."
"I was not sleeping, dear."
"But your brows were knit like this; and you looked so white. What did you faint for? I wanted you to come with us."
"Oh, never mind, don't talk about me; I want you to give me your catapult."
"Yes, I reckon I will, as young Smyth had to give his up; but I should like it if I get mad at a man for ill-treating his horse."
"But a better plan would be to read the name of the owner on the vehicle, and report him."
"Oh, that's too slow; when a fellow gets mad, he wants to let a lead fly right then," making a movement as if he was firing.
"Oh, but that is not the best way, my boy; the wise men of old waited until they were out of their temper."