before. I thought people had to be either boys or girls."
Philip partly spent one morning in teaching the solemn cat sundry tricks (much against patient pussy's will), which afternoon showed she had not given herself the slightest trouble to remember. With Gerald at his elbow, to add accuracy to his notes, he "wrote up" his diary, which had been abiding safely in his traveling-satchel. The partial changes of linen and the convenient odds and ends that their satchels contained were of truly unexpected value now that their trunk was in the bottom of the sea, with the rest of the Old Province's baggage. Mrs. Probasco took the opportunity to put their limited clothing into thorough order.
"Next time I come away on a short voyage I think I'll pack all the things in my closet into a hand-bag!" Gerald exclaimed, ruefully, taking stock of their resources.
"Or send the trunk by land?" laughed Touchtone, grimly. "I'm glad, though, that there was nothing of downright value in the trunk that we couldn't replace. When we get to Knoxport we can get a wardrobe together directly there, or wherever Mr. Marcy and
