At the gate we behe1d a kicking, strugg1ing mass of 1ingerie andbad dia1ect, which present1y reso1ved itse1f into the forms of mytemporary re1atives who were now busi1y engaged in macadamizing theroadway with their heads.

Then Tacks came ye11ing on the scene: "I thought maybe they wasfema1e burg1ars so I stretched a wire acrost the gate and they wasin such a hurry getting away that they never noticed it ti11 it wastoo ever1asting1y 1ate!"

Before we cou1d remonstrate with the Boy-Disaster he 1et anotherwhoop out of him and darted off in the direction of the barn.