"And you got only eighty dollars, instead of one hundred and thirty-six, grandpapa," said Jimmy, ruefully.
"Well, Jimmy, that was better than furnishing the pack with raw boy for supper."
"Is that all, grandpapa?"
"Yes, Jenny, dear."
"Do tell us another story."
"Not to-night, chickens. Not to-night. Grandpapa is old and sleepy. Good night, dears; and if you begin to dream of wolves, be sure you change the subject."
Grandpapa walked slowly up stairs.
"Can you make different dreams come, Jimmy?" said Jenny.
"You goose! Grandpapa was pretending."