little Merry Breezes echoed back and forth, "She got
him. She got him", and old Mother West Wind smiled down at the happy
sport. Sure enough, when old Mr. Smoke had cleared away there was a nice
dead Revenue Officer lying in the road. "Well done, Ellen," said Miss
Pinkwood, patting her little charge affectionately which caused the
happy girl to coo with childish delight.

Mary had next shot and soon all were popping away in great glee. All
the merry wood folk gathered near to watch the children at their sport.
There was Johnny Chuck and Reddy Fox and Jimmy Skunk and Bobby Coon and
oh everybody.

Soon round Mr. Sun was high in the Blue Sky and the children began to
tire somewhat of their sport. "I'm as hungry as a bear," said little
Dick. "I'm as hungry as two bears," said Emily. "Ha Ha Ha," laughed Miss
Pinkwood, "I know what will fix that," and soon she had spread out a
delicious repast. "Now children," said Miss Pinkwood when all had
washed their faces and hands, "while you were busy washing I prepared
a surprise for you," and from a large jug, before their delighted gaze,
she poured out--what do you think? "Bronxes," cried little Harriet. "Oh
goody goody." And sure enough Aunt Polly had prepared a jug of delicious
Bronx cocktails which all pronounced excellent.

And after that there were sandwiches and olives and pie and good three
year old whisky, too.

"That's awfully smooth rye, Aunt Polly," said little Prudence smacking
her two red lips. "I think I'll have another shot."

"No dear," said Miss Pinkwood, pleased by the compliment, but firm
withal. "Not now. Perhaps on the way home, if there is any left," for
Aunt Polly knew that too much alcohol in the middle of the day is bad
for growing children, and she had seen many a promising child spoiled by
over-indulgent parents.

After lunch those children who could stand helped Aunt Polly to clear
away the dishes and then all went sound asleep, as is the custom in
Pennsylvania.

When they awoke round Mr. Sun was just sinking behind the Purple Hills
and so, after taking a few more scattered shots at Revenue Officers,
they piled once more into the carryall and drove back to town. And
as they passed Mrs. Oliphant's house (Aunt Polly's sister) Aunt Flo
Oliphant came out on the porch and waved her handkerchief at the merry
party.

"Let's give her a cheer," said Fred.

"Agreed," cried they all, and so twelve little throats united in three
lusty "huzzahs" which mad