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He went away and Dotty did try to be as good as she could, but the awful twinges of pain frequently made her forget her resolutions and to herself and the whole household it seemed as if the night would never end. "Whoop-oo! Whoop-ee! Hoo-ray!! Where are you? Hey! Hi!!" With half a dozen steps, Bob Rose ran up the staircase of his new home in Berwick, to Dotty's room.

Heaven knows I'm but an amateur in this line normally an honest man, with but slightly way-ward tendencies. Whooping O'Shaughnessy! Just look! Six one-thousand-dollar bills, fifty one-hundreds that's eleven thousand! A sheaf of fifties and twenties, swelling the total to something like twelve thousand! Hoo-ray! Again I ask, am I dreaming? Pinch me, I'll stop snoring, 'deed I will.

There was smashing in of window and crashing in of door, There was chivvying of weasels that fainted on the floor, When the Toad came home! Bang! go the drums! The trumpeters are tooting and the soldiers are saluting, And the cannon they are shooting and the motor-cars are hooting, As the Hero comes! Shout Hoo-ray!

He smiled around upon them in a frank, pleased way, quite ready to show his skill. He played "Annie Laurie," and a storm of applause broke out. "Hoo-ray! Bully for you!" "Sam, you're out of it." "Sam, your name is Mud." "Give us another, Cap." "It ain't the same fiddle." He played again some simple tune, and he played it with the touch which showed the skilled amateur. As he played, Mrs.

Suddenly Rebecca Mary was on her feet, waving the cookbook jubilantly. "Hoo-ray! Hoo-ray! Thomas Jefferson!" she shouted, surprising the gentle Sunday calm. She surprised Thomas Jefferson, too, but he was equal to the occasion Thomas Jefferson was a gentleman. "Hoo-ra-a-a-ay!" he crowed, splendidly, with a fine effect of clapping his hands. This time there could be no doubt. This was applause.

'HOLD HARD, sir! roared he, as, yawning and boring and shaking his head, Parvo dashed through the now yelping scattered pack, making straight for a stiff new gate, which he smashed through, just as a circus pony smashes through a paper hoop. 'Hoo-ray! shouted Jack Spraggon, on seeing the hounds were safe. 'Hoo-ray for the tailor!