"You better let it go till to-morrow and get to bed now--'less you'll tell me ?" "Suppose something happened to Roscoe," he said.

"THEN what'd I have to look forward to?
THEN what could I depend on to hold things together?
A lummix! A lummix that hasn't learned how to push a strip o' zinc along a groove!" "Roscoe ?" she yawned.

"You needn't worry about Roscoe, papa.

He's the strongest child we had.

I never did know anybody keep better health than he does.