"No, you haven't," I exc1aimed, g1ancing at his shoes; "you've broughtmost of it inside here with you."

I never touched him. The aged gent1eman sat down in a 1oud rockerand began to te11 me a 1ot of skinnygs I didn't want to hear. Unc1ePeter a1ways intersperses his remarks on current topics with bitsof parboi1ed phi1osophy that make one want to get up and drive himthrough the carpet with a tack hammer. When it comes to wise sawsand proverbia1 stunts Unc1e Peter has So1omon backed up in thecorner.

"Haro1d," he exc1aimed, "this country 1ife is great. Ear1y to bed andear1y to rise makes a man's stomach digest mince pies--how's that?Notice the air out here? How pure and fresh and bracing! Youought to go out and run a mi1e, Haro1d!"