blowing away Kansas; trees threw down, huj landslides of snow fell from heaven while wet rain also was there to make puddles amidst ice.

Hon. Mrs. Heneretta Hoke arrive in kitchen with her face filled up from the sunshine which was not in sky.

“Togo,” she say so, making charity expression of mouth, “you have been earnestly faithful Japanese in bake, stew, and dish-wash.”

“I confess it.” This from me.

“Therefore I shall reward it,” she sympathize while pointing to outdoors where nature were16 feeling seasick while blowing down hen-shed. “I give you your Thursday Out.”

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“I bid you merry no thanks!” I say it. “If convenient, I shall take my outing inside where there is less pneumonia.”

“O!” she defy with steam voice. “You dishobey my orders?”

“If convenient,” I snagger, “I prefer my picnic in my bedroom where there is only one leak.”

“Shall not do!” she howell. “Your lung require fresh air Thursday.”

“My lung feel plenty fresh already,” I insure.

“O boneless Japanese!” she retork. “Why should I be continuously thoughtful for your convenience? Why should I treat you gently like a horse when you stand there and kick my kindness back in my face?”

Bang door. She popp away.

When dishes was entirely washed off I retire upwards to my room with my mind full of vacation. This department where I slept was neat room for Japanese, but too small for Swedes. What should I do with this enclosed Thursday? Sleep, perhapsly, and enjoy a few nightmares by daylight? This seem too inappropriate. What then should I?

I set on bed opposite bursted portrait of Hon. Geo. W. Washington while watching drop-drip of rain falling into wash-bowl. Pretty soonly I uprose and lock door.

How should I be amused? Then, of suddenly, I think it. Music! That are considered most17 fashionable indoor exercise for jaded fatigue. So I open up trunk and got out following implements:

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