c accidents are much the same--easier, if anything,
because the lungs are not filled with water."

"I hadn't thought of that."

"This is just a straight case of making a man breathe. You did that
for Minnie."

"I contrived to, yes."

"Well, this stunt is the same. Bob said if you once got that through
your head and kept in mind what you were driving at instead of flying
off the handle you would get on all right."

"Perhaps he's right. He generally is," sighed Mrs. King. "Still it is
a worrisome business having him tinkering with those wires all the
time. I am thankful you are not doing it. I'd rather you tended dogs."

"But you've forgotten what they're worth," put in His Highness.

"So I had. Oh, dear! I don't see but what I've got to worry about both
of you."

"Pooh, Ma! Don't be foolish. Think of the money we'll have by fall,
the three of us. Why, we'll be rich!"

"Not rich, with that last payment on the mortgage looming ahead."

"But it _is_ the last--think of that! We won't ever have another to
make."

A radiant smile flitted over Mrs. King's face but a moment later it
was eclipsed by a cloud.

"There'll be other things to pay; there always are," fretted she.

"Oh, shucks, Ma! Why borrow trouble? It's always hanging round wanting
to be borrowed. Why gratify it?"

"I know. It is a foolish habit, isn't it? Still, it was always my way
to be prepared for the worst. I've done it all my life."

"Then why not whiffle round now and just for a change be prepared for
the best?"

In spite of herself his mother laughed.

"I expect that if I was as young as you and as happy-go-lucky I'd
never worry," she answered not unkindly. "But since I'm made with a
worrying disposition and bound to worry anyhow, at least I've got
something perfectly legitimate to worry about this summer, and you
can't deny it. With one son liable to be electrocuted by wireless and
the other likely to be run into jail for losing a million-dollar dog I
shall have plenty to occupy my mind, not to mention all those
boarders that are coming."

"Now, Ma, you know you are actually looking forward to the boarders,"
Walter declared. "Already you are simply itching to see them and find
out what they are like."

"And if I am, what then?" admitted his mother flushing that she should
have been read so accurately. "Seeing them isn't all there is to it by
a good sight. There is feeding them, and to keep them filled up in
this bracing climate is