TAG; OR, THE CHIEN BOULE DOG
time, Pat. I just feel we are going to be successful right away. What on earth is this in your shaving-mug? Oh, I remember, Bateese used it to mix some paint in this morning. —Now you look up the time-table, like a dear, and see how soon we can leave— Here are three of my best hankies tied up in a lump. Marbles in them. Bateese, I suppose. Well I'll put them in just as they are. —Have you found a train? In two hours! —Goody! We will catch that. Do go down and get Bateese, so we can keep him in the room with us until we get safely started, and tell Mrs. Trent we are going on a little pleasure jaunt. —And Oh, Pat, we will have to take Cairlo, I suppose. I had a sneaking idea we might forget him, but then our trunks will be here—”
By this time Mr. Patterson was half way down-stairs, his descent hastened by the sudden
