Well, I must be going home to Pussy now.

The boys and I went out squirrel hunting yesterday, and Pussy promised me Brunswick stew for dinner.

Now, don't you forget to brace up, Cousin Fanny.

That's all on earth you need.

The world ain't such a bad place, after all, when you sit down and think right hard about it." He went out gaily, followed by Mrs.Carr's accusing eyes to the hatrack, where he stopped to take his glossy silk hat from a peg.