h?'

"'Day after to-morrow--if you like. This place is a dreadful bore.'

"'Good! I'll attend to the tickets to-day, The cart, drag, and horses
will be all the better for a vacation, and the eyes of the people are
in need of rest.'

"'The whole outfit is going to be sold," said Harry. 'Idiots and the
hoi polloi have quite ruined the sport here. The Governor is always
poking fun at it, you know, and it has made me so weary! One can't
stand that kind of thing forever--can he? I got after his helmet,
battle-ax, and family tree, by Jove! Our crested chambermaids and
bootblacks have been a great help to me. What a noble band of
philanthropists! Father and I have made an agreement. He is going to
chuck the battle-ax and saw the royal branches off our family tree and
I am going to sell the drag, cart, and horses.'

"'That's a great treaty,' I said. 'The settlement of the Alaskan
frontier is not more important than fixing the boundaries of our
social life. Let us surrender the tools of idiocy; especially, let us
abandon all claim to the helmet and battle-ax. They're all right in
their place, but they aren't ours. The plowshare and the pruning-hook
are our symbols.'

"'By Jove! you know, the old Bishop of St. Clare agrees with you
exactly,' said Harry. 'I've been reading his life and writings, which
I picked up in London, and he's about converted me to your way of
thinking. He hated "the glittering idleness" of the rich and put
industry above elegance.'

"'And he doesn't intend that your education shall be neglected--he's
looking after you.'

"'He's as industrious as Destiny,' said the young man. 'Did you know
that Cub Sayles is engaged?'

"'To whom?'

"'Mrs. Revere-Chalmers.'

"'God rest his soul!' I exclaimed.

"'It's just the thing for Cub,' said Harry. 'He's poor but presentable,
and has many extravagant tastes. She's quite a bit older than he, of
course, but that isn't unusual.'

"'I warned him long ago, knowing that his folly would undo him. Now he
will be a captain of New Thought, King of the Flub Dubs, advertising
manager of the Psychological Hair Factory, and inspector of pimples.'

"'But don't you know that he will have everything that he desires?'

"'Except happiness.'

"'Oh, I think that she is very fond of him!' said Harry. 'She told me
to-day that he is the only man she ever loved, and the dear old girl
thinks that she won him by concentration.'

"With this remark, made on the 20th of May, Har