d
from two miles north of the Everdoze line to
the boundary of Ebenezer Quig's farm, is of
private ownership.

Anyone attempting to sell or vend or who
erects any tent or shack for such purpose upon
said property will be prosecuted to the full
extent of the law.

IRA C. JENSEN.

So Pepsy had kept her word after all, her one poor little investment of
kindness had paid a hundred percent dividend, and the partners were the
owners of a monopoly, or a monolopy, whichever you choose to call it.

CHAPTER XXXI

CIRCUMSTANTIAL EVIDENCE

Along the road and over the stone wall and straight across the bed of
tiger-lilies sped Pee-wee, using his own particular mode of scout pace,
patent not applied for. Across the side porch and into the kitchen he
went, pell-mell, shouting in a voice to crack the heavens.

"It's a monolopy--I mean a monopoly! We've got a monopoly! Where's
everybody? Hey, Aunt Jamsiah, where are you? Where's Uncle Eb? Hurry up
and make some doughnuts? There's a detour! Cars--hundreds of cars--from
the highway--they're coming along the road. You ought to see. Where's
the ice-pick? Can I have some lemons? Are there any cookies left? I left
two on the plate last night. Where's the sugar so I can--"

He paused in his frenzy of haste and enthusiasm as Aunt Jamsiah opened
the sitting room door, very quietly and seriously.

"Shh, come in here, Walter," she said.

Her manner, kind, gentle, but serious, disconcerted Pee-wee and chilled
his enthusiasm. The very fact that he was summoned into the sitting room
seemed ominous for that holy of holies was never used; not more than
once or twice in Pee-wee's recollection had his own dusty shoes stood
upon that sacred oval-shaped rag carpet. Never before had he found
himself within reaching distance of that plush album that stood on its
wire holder on the marble table.

This solemn apartment was the only room in the house that had a floor
covering and the fact that Pee-wee could not hear his own foot-falls
agitated him strangely. Uncle Eb sat in the corner near the melodeon
looking strangely out of place in his ticking overalls.

"Is--is she--dead?" Pee-wee whispered fearfully.

"Sit down, Walter," said Aunt Jamsiah; "no, she isn't dead, she's
better."

Uncle Eb said nothing, only watched Pee-w