DOGS' LEGS--A WOMAN
WHO BREAKS DOGS' LEGS HAS NO SHOW WITH ST. PETER--ANOTHER BURGLAR
SCARE--THE GROCERY DELIVERY MAN SCARED

CHAPTER XXV.

THE BAD BOY GROWS THOUGHTFUL--WHY IS LETTUCE LIKE A GIRL?--KING SOLOMON
A FOOL--THINK OF ANY SANE MAN HAVING A THOUSAND WIVES--HE WOULD HAVE
TO HAVE TWO HOTELS DURING VACATION--300 BLONDES--600 BRUNETTES, ETC.--A
THOUSAND WIVES TAKING ICE CREAM--"I DON'T ENVY SOLOMON HIS THOUSAND"

CHAPTER XXVI.

FARM EXPERIENCES. THE BAD BOY WORKS ON A FARM FOR A DEACON--HE KNOWS
WHEN HE HAS GOT ENOUGH--HOW THE DEACON MADE HIM FLAX AROUND--AND HOW HE
MADE IT WARM FOR THE DEACON

CHAPTER XXVII.

DRINKING CIDER IN THE CELLAR--THE DEACON WILL NOT ACCEPT HENNERY'S
RESIGNATION--HE WANTS BUTTER ON HIS PANCAKES--HIS CHUM JOINS HIM--THE
SKUNK IN THE CELLAR--THE POOR BOY GETS THE "AGER."

CHAPTER I.

VARIEGATED DOGS--THE BAD BOY SLEEPS ON THE KOOP--A MAN
DOESN'T KNOW EVERYTHING AT FORTY-EIGHT--THE OLD MAN WANTS
SOME POLLYNURIOUS WATER--THE DYER'S DOGS--PROCESSION OP THE
DOGS--PINK, BLUE, GREEN AND WHITE--"WELL I'M DEM'D--HIS PA
DON'T APPRECIATE.

"How do you and your Pa get along now," asked the grocery-man of the bad
boy, as he leaned against the counter instead of sitting down on a stool
while he bought a bottle of liniment.

"O, I don't know. He don't seem to appreciate me. What he ought to have
is a deaf and dumb boy, with only one leg, and both arms broke--then he
could enjoy a quiet life. But I am too gay for Pa, and you needn't be
surprised if you never see me again. I talk of going off with a circus.
Since I played the variegated dogs on Pa, there seems to have been a
coldness in the family, and I sleep on the roof.

"Variegated dogs," said the store keeper, "what kind of a game is that?
You have not played another Daisy trick on your Pa, have you?"

"Oh, no, it was nothing of that kind. You know Pa thinks he is smart. He
thinks because he is forty-eight years old he knows it all; but it
don't seem to me as though a man of his age, that had sense, would let
a tailor palm off on him a pair of pants so tight that he would have to
use a button-hook to button them; but they can catch him on everything,
just as though he was a kid smoking cigarettes. Well, you know Pa drinks
some. That night the new club opened he came home pretty fruitful, and
next morning his head ached so he said he would buy me a dog if I would
go down town and get a bottle of pol