by was a queer kind of man and he is a
perfectly lovely girl," she said as she came towards me with a laugh
and her lovely arms outstretched. "I read about two French girls who
got into Germany in German uniforms, just last night in a magazine.
You are some kind of a French spy about those dreadful mules, aren't
you, Bobby dear?" And as she asked that question of me, my lovely Sue
gave to me a kiss upon my lips that I valued with a great gratitude.

"Please make it that my Buzz also understands," I pleaded to her
within her arms.

"Brace up, Buzz, and be nice to Bobby, even if he is a girl. Just when
did you begin not to like girls, I'd like to know?" questioned my Sue
of him with a great emphasis.

"You see why it is that I cannot go into that business of timber with
you and be married to--" I made a commencement to say to him.

"That will do, L'Aiglon," interrupted my Buzz with a great haste and a
glance in the direction of lovely Sue. "Forget it! It is an awful
shame, for you were one nice youngster and--"

"Be a sport, Buzz, and forgive her and--love her again," said my
Gouverneur Faulkner with a laugh. "That is, as much as Miss Susan
will--" But at this point my Uncle, the General Robert, caused an
interruption in the conversation.

"What are you doing here, sir, when I left you to watch the side-steps
of that French popinjay and the Whitworth woman? Did you hear what all
that powwow was about at her tea fight this afternoon?" he demanded of
fine Buzz, with a great anxiety. "There's been hell to pay, since you
left, Governor, and I think this French scoundrel and Jeff's gang are
preparing to put through some sort of a private steal if you jump the
track on them."

"Madam Pat has got 'em all up at the Club, plotting in a corner at the
little dinner dance we got up when his High-and-Mightiness refused the
rural expedition, as soon as they heard you were not to go, Governor,"
said my Buzz with a great anxiety in his face. "I'd like to see
anybody put out Mrs. Pat's light when she is once lit."

"It's all right, Buzz, and don't worry. Something has arrived to stop
it all. It's up at the Mansion now and is man-sized," answered my
beloved Gouverneur Faulkner with a great soothing.

And after that remark there were many very long explanations that made
a beginning about the crooked back of the wee Pierre, which, in a
letter come to my Uncle, the General Robert, that day, was declared by
that great Doctor Burns