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 "Oh, that's the article, is it?—ailantus—Tree of New Haven!"

"They call it 'Tree of Heaven' here," I insisted; "and if you think it smells bad now, you ought to be here when it's in blossom."

"No, thank you," said he. "I shouldn't care for anything stronger." He sniffed at his hands and put them behind him and got up. "I think I'll take these home and soak them until suppertime," he said; "and then, after supper, we 'I'll begin our exploring expedition."

"All right," said I, and he turned to go. "Say," I called after him; "tell Bess I've got this and! I'll—I'll thank her when I see her."

"All O. K." said the young man, and walked off around the house.

I kept on swinging in the hammock. I'd heard Bess talk about Uncle Rob, ever since she came here, and I knew she had been visiting his folks in Boston; but I didn't know he was coming back with her. It wouldn't have hurt her to have told me,—but then, of course, she didn't have much—chance to while we were under the sweet-apple tree; things were moving too fast! I liked him. He didn't seem "grown-up" at all; and his eyes