"You betcher sweet!" said Dodo, whereupon Aunt Martha fell back two paces to the rear and looked pityingly at Bunch.
"If you'll excuse us, Uncle Cornelius and Aunt Flora, I'll take my wife and her mother to the train," I said nervously.
"Not at all, not at all," piped Skinski. "Dodey—I mean Flo—and I don't mind a bit, do we, Flo?"
"You betcher sweet!" she answered, and I saw Peaches glance questioningly at Bunch, who was giving a brilliant imitation of the last rose of summer.
"But, John, I'm so hungry," Peaches pleaded.
"I know, my dear, but you see Bunch has an awful lot of family happenings to discuss with his relatives," I said; "and we must give him a chance to get acquainted with Uncle Cornelius and Aunt Flora."
Whereupon I grabbed my hat and ducked for another eat shop without ever glancing at Bunch.
CHAPTER V.
JOHN HENRY GETS EXCITED.
The next day being Sunday, I determined to forget all my troubles and take Peaches out buggy riding.