"Well, don't you remember what you promised in case of your marriage?"
"No!"
Tom produced the promissory note with a grin of triumph. "It's my turn now, Mr. Scatterly."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean to kiss Mrs. Scatterly."
"Go to the deuse, you rascal!"
"O, what is the matter?" exclaimed both the ladies, startled by Scatterly's exclamation, and turning back to learn the cause.
"This fellow has preferred a demand against me," said Scatterly.
"A legal demand," said the gardener, sturdily; "and here's the dokiment."
"Give it to me," said the old maid aunt. Tom handed her the paper with an air of triumph.