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fast. It was too much. I gave a wild yell 

 and darted off. Circling the barn and stalk- 

 rick, I entered the front yard with a flushed 

 but innocent face, and met grandpa. He, 

 too, had an innocent, far-away look, but his 

 hat was resting on the back of his head and 

 his cheeks were streaming with perspiration, 

 and, best of all, he did not seem to know it. 



" Grandpa," I asked at the supper-table 

 that evening, "does thee know why it is that 

 savage races are so given to dancing ?" 



" Charles," he replied, gravely, and noth- 

 ing more was said. 



