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"Why-y, Mort Olmstead, you're studying your g'oggerfy upside down!" He gave her a scowl, but his face flushed sensitively, as he quickly reversed the book, and Sara, turning a little from the fire, where she was cuddling the baby, met his eyes with so loving and tender a look that he could scarcely bear it.

Why-y I Well, no harm telling it, I reckon, though I don't know why he didn't tell you, too, Bud she's goin' " Baldwin lowered his voice "she's goin' to have a baby, and what's it?" "Nothing." "Oh-h! And her old father, you'll be hearin' no more from him about goin' back to Paris to die. Gee, but this wind is fierce, ain't it?

"Why-y?" The girl's lips were parted breathlessly, her foot involuntarily stamping. "Oh! you know you told us to invite our friends to the party; not you, but the other girls did, when they signaled across that night from the green Pinnacle gee! and it was some signaling, too." The scout's glance was teasing now as it shot up from the grass.

"Miss Garnet, I had hoped I could." "And I had hoped you would." "Miss Garnet, honestly, I'm glad I did not know it at the meeting. It was hard enough to disappoint Mr. March; but to know that I was failing to meet a hope of yours " Presently he added: "Your hope implied a certain belief in me. Have I diminished that?" "Why-y, no-o, Mr. Fair, you've rather aug-men-ted it."

Robert Grant Burns came around the corner of the house looking for her, half an hour later, and found her sitting on the doorstep with the old atlas on her knees and her hat far back on her head, scribbling away for dear life. Jean smiled abstractedly up at him. "Why, I'm why-y, I'm becoming a famous scenario writer!

"Why-y ... I remember fallin'; and then ... I woke up and it was all dark and my head achin' fit to split. I presume I went to sleep again ... I say, what're you, doing here?" Instead of replying, Kirkwood lifted a warning finger. "Hush!" he said tensely, alarmed by noises in the street. "You don't suppose ?" Now the rattle of a key in the hall-door was startlingly audible.

Pem was staring intently at the speaker, her black brows drawn together over eyes as speculatively blue as ever they had been in Toandoah's laboratory when grasping, or trying to, grave problems of the air. "Oh! I know. I know!" she cried suddenly, the blue breaking up in the firelight into a harlequin patchwork of merry gleams. "A henkyl! Why-y! it's a joke.

The whimsical light in the pain-reddened eyes burned to mockery now. It showed the hippogriff, the "hot tamale", still there. Evidently eccentricity wasn't all dead. "Humph! By Jove! I'm having some fun out of my broken knee, after all electrifying you girls," gurgled the still racked voice. "Dramatic setting for a denouement, too, the old Man Killer trail!" "But why oh! why-y did you do it?"

"Why-y!" she said, and snatched off the cover. One look she gave, and then this funny little mother began to cry; but they were happy tears. Mr. Joseph came too, and looked and whistled.

"Go up to the fire and thaw out," she invited the man. "We'll have supper in a few minutes." Instead he reached out and took the lantern from her as soon as she had lighted it. "You go to the fire yourself," he said. "I'll do what's necessary outside." "Why-y " Billy Louise, her fingers still clinging to the lantern, looked up at him.