Tonight George began a jubilant warfare upon his Aunt Fanny, opening the campaign upon his return home at about eleven o'clock.

Fanny had retired, and was presumably asleep, but George, on the way to his own room, paused before her door, and serenaded her in a full baritone: "As I walk along the Boy de Balong With my independent air, The people all declare, 'He must be a millionaire!' Oh, you hear them sigh, and wish to die, And see them wink the other eye.
At the man that broke the bank at Monte Carlo!" Isabel came from George's room, where she had been reading, waiting for him.

"I'm afraid you'll disturb your father, dear.

I wish you'd sing more, though--in the daytime! You have a splendid voice." "Good-night, old lady!" "I thought perhaps I--Didn't you want me to come in with you and talk a little ?" "Not to-night.

You go to bed.