"My dear Leila," he said gravely, "this boy has had all the manliness coddled out of him, but he looks like his father. I have my own ideas of how to deal with him. I suppose he will brag a bit at dinner."
"He will not, Uncle Jim."
"Bet you a pound of bonbons, Leila."
"From town?"
"Yes."
"All right."
"Can he coast? I did not ask you."
"Well! pretty well," said Leila. For some unknown reason she was unwilling to say more.
"Doesn't the rector dine here, to-day, Leila?"
"Yes, but—oh! Uncle Jim, we found a big hornets' nest yesterday on the log cabin. They seemed all asleep. I told John we would fight them in the spring."