“Confound it!” he exclaimed. “I forgot it. It is hardly worth while to go back, Jack. I meant to leave the money I drew with Mr. Ellett. I fancy it is safe enough.” Then he proceeded to secure the pocket with a pin, saying, “We won’t go back. It is late, as it is.”
“I was thinking that,” said Jack, to whom bears were of far more importance than the balance in the national treasury.
“I meant to wake myself earlier, Jack; but I was pretty tired. Usually I can wake when I please.”
“I did think you were up, sir,” said Michelle. “You were a-saying things about roses when I touched you.”
“Was I?”
“Yes. Just, ‘Rose—Rose’—like that.”
“That’s queer,” remarked Jack.
“No. I am rather fond of flowers, more so than most men. By the way, Jack, you are a first-class performer in your sleep. If the wedding-guest had heard your loud bassoon, I don’t know what he would have done.”
“Who was the ‘wedding-guest’?”
“Ask Miss Rose.”