morning. A robin with a hang-over is one of the funniest things in
the world."

"We saw one!" cried Theodolinda. "He was more than hanging over--
he had fallen right off!"

"There's a butterfly here," said Bleak--"Rather a friend of mine,
who can give a bumble bee the knock-out after he gets his drop of
rum. I've seen him chase a wasp all over the lot."

From the temple came the sound of chimes striking twelve, and down
in the valley they heard the whistle of a train.

"There's the excursion train leaving Souse Junction," said Bleak.
"I must get back to the bar!"

They returned to the shrine, and Bleak entered his little
enclosure.

"Jerry," he said, "the crowd will soon be here. I must get busy.
What do you recommend?"

"Better stick to the Scotch," said Jerry, and put the decanter on
the mahogany. Bleak drank two slugs hastily, and turned to his
friends with an almost wistful air.

"Come again and stay longer," he said. "I see so many strangers, I
get homesick for a friendly face." He called Quimbleton aside.
"Does Mrs. Quimbleton keep up her trances?" he whispered.