HOW AUNT MINERVY ANN RAN AWAY
Major Perdue had the art of entertainment at his fingers' ends, which, though it is very simple, not one man in a hundred learns. It is the knack of leaving the guest to his own devices without seeming to do so. Most fortunate in his gifts is the host who knows how to temper his attentions!
In his efforts to get the fair under way, Paul Conant found it impossible to come to dinner, but sent his apologies.
"You'll think it is a mighty small concern when you see it," said the Major, "but it takes all that Paul can do to keep it from getting into a tangle. He has to be here, there, and everywhere, and there hasn't been a minute for a week or more but what forty people were hollering at him at once, and forty more pulling and hauling him about. If he wasn't a steam-engine, he couldn't hold out half an hour."
"Well, he'll soon straighten matters out," said I, "and then they'll stay so."
"That's so," remarked the Major; "but when that's done, he'll have to rush around from post to pillar to keep 'em straight."
"Did he seem to be greatly worried?" Valentine asked.
"No-o-o-o," replied the Major, slowly and hesitatingly, "but I'm afear'd his shoulder has begun
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