The rosy cheeks became carmine, and Jack flung himself upon his Aunt, and kissed her with resounding smacks.
A somewhat wrecked appearance which she presented after this boisterous hug, recalled the headache to his mind, and as he settled the beaver hat, which had gone astray, he said ruefully,
"Is your headache very bad, Auntie Julie?"
"Rather bad, Jack. And as I can't shake if off, I have to bear it."
He went away on tiptoe, and it was only after he had carefully and gently closed the bedroom doorbehind him, that he departed by leaps and bounds to show himself in his bottle-green coat and capes, and white buttons and leggings to match, and beaver hat to boot, first to the young Browns, and after that to the General Public.
As an Observer, I may say that it was a sight worth seeing; and as a Bird of some wisdom, I prophesy well of that boy.
PROVERBS.
Fine feathers make fine birds.