It was Henry--Henry in disgrace--Henry who had stolen a turkey from the cook-house and felt the sting of his master's club across his sensitive nose.
June and July disturbed the serenity of the night with two long-drawn, throaty brays.
A snow-bird chirped in the foliage somewhere above the Overlanders.
"What is the little birdie saying, Emma girl ?" teased Hippy.
"What is he saying ?" answered Emma thoughtfully.

"I think, Hippy, that he is wishing us all a merry, merry Christmas and a happy, successful new year." On the following morning Spike entered the office of the company where Tom Gray was at work on the books.
"Boss," he said, "it ain't right this thing that ye said last night.

I been sittin' out thar in the woods all night thinkin'-- " "About being made foreman ?" questioned Tom.
"Yes.

An' 'bout that other thing.

When the fellers laughed an' ye said I was 'barin' my soul,' I didn't have no such thing.