He could not go as fast as his mind urged him.
"I've got news--news, news!" he exclaimed, wading through his own perspiration to where she sat.

"I can guess what it is," the girl remarked smilingly, as she reached out a hand to him, but remained seated.

"It's a real, live baby born to Lydia, wife of Methuselah, the woman also being of goodly years.

It is, isn't it." "The fattest, finest, most 'scrumpshus' son of all the ages that ever--" Kitty laughed happily and very whimsically.

"Like none since Moses was found among the bulrushes! Where was this one found, and what do you intend to call him--Jesse, after his 'pa' ?" "No--nothing so common.