I think, Uncle John, I can be ready by next Tuesday." "Why, to-morrow's Saturday!" gasped the Major.

"The business--" "Cut the business off short," suggested his brother-in-law.

"You've to cut it somewhere, you know, or you'll never get away; and, as it's my business, I hereby authorize you to neglect it from this moment until the day of our return.

When we get back you can pick up the details again and worry over it as much as you please." "Will we ever get back ?" asked the Major, doubtingly.
"If we don't, the business won't matter." "That's the idea," cried Patsy, approvingly.

"Daddy has worked hard all summer, Uncle John, looking after that annoying money of yours, and a vacation will do him oodles of good." Major Doyle sighed.
"I misdoubt the wisdom of the trip," said he, "but I'll go, of course, if you all insist.