ing it will be in a street car.

When we reached home that afternoon I found a note from Bunch which
cheered me up wonderfully.

The note read as follows:

CITY, Sunday Morning.

DEAR JOHN--Sorry we had the run in but it was all my fault. Am
sending you two rosebuds this evening as a peace offering.

Yours,
BUNCH.

"Two rosebuds!" I snickered. "That boy Bunch is a honey-cooler all
right. But I'm sorry he didn't make it two cigars."

"Oh! John!" Peaches said to me a little while later, when we went
over to Uncle Peter's villa to take dinner with them and spend the
evening. "I _do_ wish I could tell you about the surprise, but
Uncle Peter made me promise not to say a single word."

"Well, if you feel tempted to give the old gentleman the double
cross and tell me, why I'll lock myself up in the doghouse till he
gives you the starting pistol," I chimed in. "Who is that dragging
the works out of the clock in the sitting room?"

"It isn't any such thing!" Peaches exclaimed indignantly. "It's
Uncle Peter, and he has a dreadful cold, but Aunt Martha has it
nearly cured now, she says."

I went in and jollied the old chap along a bit, and little by
little I heard his awful story.

He caught the cold about three days previously, but, after taking
the prescription of every loving friend within a radius of four
miles, the cold had almost disappeared. In place of the cold,
however, Uncle Peter now had acute indigestion, nervous
procrastination, delirium tremens and a spavin on his off fetlock.

All this was caused by a rush of home-made medicine to his brain.

Aunt Martha is a great believer in the simple life, so when Uncle
Peter acquired a simple cold she got a simple move on and poured
enough simple medicines into him to float a simple tug.

Every friend she had in the world suggested a different remedy, and
she tried them all on Uncle Peter.

The cold got frightened and left on the second day, but a woman has
to be loyal to her friends, so Aunt Martha kept on spraying Uncle
Peter's system with dandelion tea and fried peppermint until every
microbe heard about him and dropped in to pay him a long visit.

The first thing Aunt Martha wanted to do was to rub Uncle Peter's
chest with goose grease.

"Goose grease is such a noisy companion," Uncle Peter remonstrated.

"Goose grease may be loud, but it is never vulgar," said Aunt
Martha, and she went after it.

In about ten minutes she came ba