dn't get back till after dark, and when he came he had on a suit
of the King's clothes, too tight around the stomach, and too long in the
legs, cause dad is pusey, and the King is long-geared. "Did you have a
good time, dad?" says I, and he said, "Haven't you got any respect for
age, condemn you? The King has ordered that you be fed to the animals in
the zoo." I told him I didn't care a darn what they did with me; I had
been brought up to tie knots in clothes when I saw people in swimming,
and I didn't care whether they were crowned heads or just plain dubs,
and I asked dad how they got along when their clothes were chewed up. He
said the soldiers covered them with pouches and got them to the palace,
and they had supper, he and the King, and the servants brought out a lot
of clothes and he got the best fit he could. I asked him if the King was
actually mad, and he said no, that he always enjoyed such things,
and wanted dad and I to come the next day and go fishing with him,
barefooted. Say, dad can go, but I wouldn't be caught by that King on a
bet. He would get even, sure, cause he has a look in his eye like they
have in a sanitarium. Not any king business for your little Hennery.

CHAPTER XXX.

The Bad Boy's Delayed Letter about Holland and Cuba--Dad and
the Boy go for a Drive in a Dogcart--They have a Great Time--
Land in Cuba and See the Island t we Fought for.

Havana, Cuba. My Dear Old Greaser: We stopped in Holland for a couple of
days after we left Belgium, and it was the most disappointing country
we visited on our whole trip. We expected to be walked on with wooden
shoes, and from what we had heard of that Duke that married Queen
Wilhelmina, we thought we were going to a country where men were cruel
to their wives, and swatted them over the head when things didn't go
right, but when we saw the queen riding with her husband, as free, from
ostentation as a department store clerk would ride out with his cash
girl wife, and saw happiness beaming on the face of the queen and her
husband, and saw them squeeze hands and look lovingly into each other's
eyes, we made up our minds that you couldn't believe these newspaper
scandals. And when we saw the broad-shouldered, broad-chested and
broad-everywhere women of Holland we concluded that it would be a brave
or reckless husband who would be unkind to one of them, and mighty
dangerous because the women are stronger than the men, and any woman
could