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Show THAT SMALL BROTHER AGAIN This Time It Really Sema That He Has Cooked Sister Evelina's Goose for Good.. Some things do fall out awkwardly, don't they? One evening the fair Evelina was expecting ex-pecting her latest admirer to call and her mother hadn't come back from shopping. So, while Evelina slipped upstairs to don her best blouse nnd some powder on her nose, the young brother was left on guard. The expected visitor arrived, and was ushered Into the parlor by William Wil-liam Edwiird, who promptly began to ask questions, as small boys always do. ".Mr. Slowconibe," he said "what's a popinjay ?" "A popinjay my boy," repeated the young man, thinking hard. "Why tr It's a rare bird." "Are you a bird, Mr. Sloweombe?" persisted the Inquisitor. "Of course not I Ila, 11a I" squirmed his victim. "Well, that's funny!" mused William Wil-liam Edward. "Last night, after you'd gone, ma' said you were a jay, and father said there was no doubt about that, but there didn't seem much pop-pin' pop-pin' Hie question about you. And now you say you're not a bird nt nil!" Insanity must be a sensation like the distorted dream that Is familiar enough to the sane. |