Bonker, it is not soch fon as zis! Mein Gott, I most
get to bed. I toss ze caber to-morrow."

And upon the arm of his faithful ally he moved
cautiously towards his bedroom.

But if he had enjoyed his evening well, his pleasure
was nothing to the gratification of his hosts. They
could not bring themselves to break up their party
for the night: there were so many delightful reminiscences
to discuss.

"Of all the evenings ever I spent," declared Mr.
Gallosh, "this fair takes the cake. Just to think of
that aristocratic young fellow being as companionable-
like! When first I put eyes on him, I said to myself--
'You're not for the likes of us. All lords and ladies
is your kind. Never a word did he say in the boat
till he heard the pipes play, and then I really thought
he was frightened! It must just have been a kind of
home-sickness or something."

"It'll have been the tuning up that set his teeth on
edge," Mrs. Gallosh suggested practically.

"Or perhaps his heart was stirred with thoughts of
the past!" said Miss Gallosh, her eyes brightening.

In any case, all were agreed that the development of
his hereditary instincts had been extraordinarily rapid.