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"Now, gaffer," said the man of the gig, roughly. "Wake up, grandpa," said Dick Tipping; "have you seen a man go by here? blue serge suit, moustache, face and head knocked about?" "No, I ain't seen 'im," was the reply. "What's he done?" Tipping told him briefly. "We'll have him," he said, savagely. "We've got a mounted policeman on the job, besides others.
"We cannot use so many fish ourselves," said Grandpa. "We shall have to share with the neighbors." When they reached home, Don helped Grandpa to clean the fish. Grandpa skinned the catfish, and Don scraped the scales from the perch. When they had finished, Don had fish scales all over him even in his hair.
He kept the household so stirred up with his stories, recitations and continual ebullitions, which so fairly entranced his Grannie and Grandpa and the cousins, that the whole household economy was disordered. They lost their sleep, for "Jamie" held them spellbound night after night with his wonderful performances.
I see them there on the Peristyle papa and mamma, Grandpa and Grandma Dinsmore, Lu and the others." "Yes, and the boat is waiting for them," added Elsie "and see, they are getting in." "Oh, I am so glad," said Grace, "though they are earlier than usual."
"Ah, grandpa's little cricket, what is it? what has disturbed you so?" asked a well-known voice, in tones that spoke more pleasure than alarm, and Vi, as she hurried through the hall, half blinded by the tears in her eyes, felt herself closely clasped by two strong arms that held her fast. "Oh, grandpa! I I wish he hadn't!" she stammered, dropping her face upon his breast and bursting into tears.
And, oh, the things he could do! the things! But before he could begin the real business of the day, he had to put Grandpa to sleep again. This was best accomplished through tiring the little old man with a long, exciting train trip. "Oo, Grandpa!" cried Johnnie. "Who wants to go ride-ride on the cars?" "Cars! cars! cars!" shrilled Grandpa, his white-lashed, milky-blue eyes dancing.
"Are you going after the eggs?" asked Sue. "That basket is too big for eggs," Bunny observed. "It wouldn't be not for great, great, big eggs," the little girl said. "Would it, Grandpa?" "No, Sue. I guess if I were going out to gather ostrich eggs I wouldn't get many of them in this basket. But I'm not going after eggs. Not this time, anyhow." "Where are you going?" asked Bunny once more.
All the little company gazed with interest, for, accompanying the man, was the most superb specimen of a collie dog that they had ever seen. "It's a golden dog, grandpa," added Jewel. The collie had evidently just been washed and brushed. His coat was, indeed, of a gleaming yellow. His paws were white, the tip of his tail was white, and his breast was snowy as the thick, soft foam of the breakers.
Preceding the miracle that had brought the closing of these, Barber, returning home from his day's work, had needed no excuse for using the strap or his boot upon either of the children. And once he had struck helpless old Grandpa a happening remembered by Cis and Johnnie with awesome horror, so that they spoke of it as they spoke of the Great War, or of a murder in the next block.
The door opened for him and there stood Bunny and Susan. Snubby Nose and Tippy Toes danced up to him and told him how Bushy-Tail had tried to get in. Grandpa Grumbles shook his green umbrella fiercely and said, "He will not come this way again, Either in sunshine or in rain."
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