climbed back into the wheelbarrow.

"I don't know that I approve of that scheme of making Dunraven the
Perpetual Souse," she remarked. "I can imagine what my poor mother
would say about it if she were living. She came of fine old
Kentucky stock, and it would humiliate her deeply to know to what
a level we had been reduced."

"My dear Mrs. Bleak," said Quimbleton, as he hoisted his betrothed
into the saddle and the pilgrims began to move, "I know of a great
deal of good old Kentucky stock that has had a far worse fate than
that in these tragic years."





CHAPTER VIII

WITH BENEFIT OF CLERGY


Through the sullen streets of the terrorized city Miss Chuff,
Quimbleton and Bleak proceeded toward the great building where the
Pan-Antis had their headquarters. They had left Mrs. Bleak, the
children and the horse at a quiet soda-fountain in the suburbs.
After repeated application over the wireless telephone, the
terrible Bishop--the Prohibishop, as Quimbleton called him--had
agreed to grant them an audience, and had accorded them safe-
conduct through the chuff troops. Even so, their progress was