p was a superior sort of person. Pop paid one the compliment
of serious consideration. Also, Professor Brierly having taken a
course in tricks of magic in his youth, Pop could do the most
wonderful things with his hands and with things. He could and did
explain everything. But Jimmy was another, but quite different
friend.

Uncle Jack could also do fascinating things with his hands.
Besides, Uncle Jack was quite the strongest and swiftest person in
the world. Tommy like Jack, that was a little to much to expect.

Mummie had a place all her own. She was only a woman, of course,
but she was the most beautiful woman in the world, one loved her a
lot. She could and did make the most delicious things to eat, she
tucked one in bed and other things.

Jimmy now, it was hard to classify Jimmy. In the first place he
was so frivolous. He received one's most serious statements with a
grin. And it was remarkable that Pop and Uncle Jack would often
join Jimmy in discussing the most frivolous topics, topics that
one could not understand. Maybe they were doing it to be polite.
He had been told about that--about being polite and listening
respectfully to strangers. Decidedly Jimmy did not make a hit with
Tommy. He was tolerated, but that's all. Right now he was grinning
at Tommy's serious efforts to catch fish.

Jimmy's attention wandered. This was swell. A perfect day, nothing
to do for nearly a week. He would not even look at his portable
during this time. His hand went to his pocket for cigarettes and
encountered the letter. He lazily tore open the flap.

He sat up and glowed with pleasure. It was from the publisher of
his paper. The publisher wrote of "loyalty to the newspaper
ideal," "unstinting, unremitting effort." The letter spoke
effusively about Jimmy's recent achievement on the murder story.
The letter concluded with the statement that in view of the fact
that that splendid story encroached on his vacation, his vacation
would be extended with pay for one week.

Now that was something like it. That was appreciation for you.
Hite would never--Martha's voice broke in on his rumination. There
was a telephone call. He lazily got out of his canoe.

The first voice was Ann's, the second Hite's.

"Say, Jimmy, I got an idea. You know there's bootlegging in
Canada. Fact is where sale of liquor is permitted up to certain
hours, there are birds who sell it after hours and are subject to
fine and imprisonment mebbe. In view of