And cats fight on shed-roofs.

Next door to where I board there's a dog that goes on shift as regular as a policeman.

Every night at--" "Oh, Aunt Phoebe!" Evadna, crisp and cool in a summery dress of some light-colored stuff, and looking more than ever like a Christmas angel set a-flutter upon the top of a holiday fir in a sudden gust of wind, threw open the door, rushed halfway into the room, and stopped beside the chair of her aunt.

Her hands dropped to the plump shoulder of the sitter.

"Aunt Phoebe, there's a man down at the farther end of the strawberry patch! He's got a gun, Aunt Phoebe, and he's camped there, and when he heard me he jumped up and pointed the gun straight at me!" "Why, honey, that can't be--you must have seen an Indian prowling after windfalls off the apricot trees there.