"'Why, boys, where have you been?' asked Uncle Henry."
"'Almost to the toll-gate,' answered Harry."
"'To the toll-gate! And what took you there?'"
"'We wanted to go to India and hunt tigers,' said Harry, beginning to cry."
"'Well!' said Uncle Henry, laughing. 'What made you turn back?'"
"'Because there was a great big pig in the road,' sobbed Harry, 'and we were afraid to go past him.'"
Harry joined heartily in the laugh which followed, to the surprise of Edward, who never could see any fun in a joke against himself.
"Don't you hate to have such stories told about you?" he said to Harry, in a low tone.
"O no! I don't care! I have often laughed at it myself. I mean to go to India some time or other, for all that."
"Who else is going to tell a story?" asked Frank.