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"Children, children!" Uncle Joseph reed his tone; he became seriously plaintive "Well, she does act that way, Uncle Joseph! When she comes around there you'd think ere runnin' a lunatic asylum, the way she takes on She hollers and bellers and squalls and squawks The least little teeny thing she don't like about the e run our paper, she cooes to screechin' around you could hear her out at the Poor House Farm!"

"No, Herbert," his Aunt Fanny interposed "Poor little Florence isn't saying anything iht now, at any rate Why don't you be a little sweet to her just for once?"

Her unfortunate expression revolted all the manliness in Herbert's bosonant incredulity, and then in candour made plain how poorly Aunt Fanny inspired hiator," he said

"Oh, oh!" said Aunt Carrie

"I would!" Herbert insisted "Or a mosquito I'd rather, to either of 'em, 'cause anyway they don't ht to hear her," he went on, growing ht to just co any afternoon you please, after school, when Henry and I are tryin' to do our work in anyway some peace Why, she just squawks and squalls and squ----"

"It must be terrible," Uncle Joseph interrupted "What do you do all that for, Florence, every afternoon?"

"Just for exercise," she answered dreamily; and her placidity the more exasperated her journalist cousin

"She does it because she thinks she ought to be runnin' our ospaper, my and Henry's; that's why she does it! She thinks she knows more about how to run newspapers than anybody alive; but there's one thing she's goin' to find out; and that is, she don't get anything more to do with le one of her ole poems in it, no matter how ht to tell her she's got no business around "

"But, Herbert," Aunt Fanny suggested;--"you ht let Florence have a little share in it of soht"

"It would?" he said "It ud? Oh, uess you'd like to see our newspaper just utterably ruined! Why, ouldn't let that girl have any more to do with it than ould some horse!"