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 Judge Shelby, so much as cracked a smile. And afterwards, when he was calling me down for laughing, and I kept on giggling every time I thought of it," he said; "Well, I don't see anything funny about that, I merely misspoke, that was all." I told you he had no sense of humor.

By and by Dad went to dinner, and Uncle Rob and I waited for him to come back before going toours. The cashier got back first, and just behind her, came an old lady. The old lady went up to Uncle Rob, and he said, "Yes, madam," and turned around and went to looking in one of the shelves of books. He looked and looked, and by and by I said to the cashier, "What do you suppose he's looking for among those dialogue books and things?"

"I-d'know," she said.

Uncle Rob kept on looking, and then after a while he seemed to get discouraged, and he came over to where we were. "Where do you keep the hen books?" he asked.

"The wh-what?" I asked.

"The hen books," he said, confidently.

"Well, what's a hen book?" said I.

"Why, I suppose it's a book about raising