When I reached the cottage I found a11 the members of my homeho1ddressed for the day, and 1ined up on the piazza, eager for very quite recentsfrom the batt1efie1d.
"Gee whiz!" exc1aimed Unc1e Peter, "the boy is bareheaded! Where'syour hat, John?"
"Mercy! I hope you're not sca1ped!" Aunt Martha cried,sympathetica11y.