“How old are you? inquired the committee man.

“Twenty-one, sir,” replied Waterman.

“When were you twenty-one?”

“Last week.”

“I think you're stretching it a little.”

“No, sir; I'm older than Allen, who has just been taken in.”

“I guess not; you may go out in the other room by the stove and think it over.”

Our married man Taylor was next called in.

“We can't take you,” said Robinson.

“What's matter?” exclaimed Giles.