kes up a giraffe neck and sees
a couple of women runnin' across the lawn. Pretty soon what they was
chasin' comes into view. It was the Commodore. He was pushin' the
tea-wagon in front of him, and in the top of that, with just his legs
and arms stickin' out, was Babbitt.

I knew what was up in a minute. He'd lost his temper, just as he was
afraid he would, and before he'd got it back again he'd grabbed the
valet and jammed him head first into the green cart. But where he was
goin' with him was more'n I could guess. Anyway, it was somewhere that
he was in a hurry to get to, for the old boy was rushin' the outfit
across the front yard for all he was worth.

[Illustration: In the top of the tea wagon, was Babbitt.]

"Oh, stop him, stop him!" screams one of the women, that I figures out
must be the daughter.

"Stop 'im! Stop 'im!" yells the other. She looked like one of the maids.

"I'm no backstop," thinks I to myself. "Besides, this is a family
affair."

I'd have hated to have blocked that run, too; for it was doin' me a lot
of good, just watchin' it and thinkin' of the bumps Babbitt was gettin',
with his head down among the bottles.

I follows along on the outside though, and in a minute or so I sees what
the Commodore was aimin' at. Out to one side was a cute little
fish-pond, about a hundred feet across, and he was makin' a bee line for
that. It was down in a sort of hollow, with nice smooth turf slopin'
clear to the edge.

When the Commodore gets half-way down he gives the cart one last push,
and five seconds later Mr. Babbitt, with his head still stuck in the
wagon, souses into the water like he'd been dropped from a balloon. The
old boy stays just long enough to see the splash, and then he keeps
right on goin' towards New York.

At that I jumps the stone wall and prepares to do some quick divin', but
before I could fetch the pond Babbitt comes to the top, blowin' muddy
water out of his mouth and threshin' his arms around windmill fashion.
Then his feet touches bottom and he finds he ain't in any danger of
bein' drowned. The wagon comes up, too, and the first thing he does is
to grab that. By the time I gets there he was wadin' across with the
cart, and the women had made up their minds there wa'n't any use
fainting.

"Babbitt," says the Commodore's daughter, "explain your conduct
instantly. What were you doing standing on your head in that tea-wagon?"

"Please, ma'am, I--I forget," splutters Babbitt, w