And _don't_ insult him as you did the first time you and he met." The young man crossed his legs, and grunted in resignation.
"Well," he said, "it's going to be a confounded bore, but, at the very longest, it'll last but a year.

Then Caro will be her own mistress." "Yes.

But there are three hundred and sixty-five days in a year; remember that." "All right, Mater.

You can bet on me.

The old hayseed and I will be bosom pals.