THE DAY OF JUDGMENT. 131

Aunt John’s. You ought to see the album Jill and I’ve got,
of just pictures of ourselves every way you can imagine, —
with two heads; and three; and upside-down ; and back side
front; and eating flapjacks ; and out fishing ; and the turkey
for a frontispiece, besides.

It takes me a great deal longer than I thought it sould, to
get to what I set out to say about how we went to Aunt
John’s this time.

She ’d invited us to come on the 12th of August. ‘Tt takes’
‘all day to get to Aunt John’s. She lives at Little River, in
New Hampshire, away up. You have to wait at South’
Lawrence in a poky little depot, and you have to change cars
at Dover, and you get some played out. At least, I don’t so
much, but Jill does; so we bought a paper. I bought the
paper, because he bought the pop-corn and the mustiest jum-
ble I ever ate. But I got some prize-candy, when it came my’
turn, and a fish-hook in it; I should n’t have noticed the fish-'
hook, if I had n’t come so near swallowing it.

But so we bought the paper, and Jill sat up and read it;
he tipped his cap on the back of his head, and sat up like the’
man in front of us with the big neck and the long mustache.
I’d have punched a pin in him to see him jump, if he had sat:
up so long, but he didn’t. When he’d sat a minute and.
read along : — ;

“‘ Look here!’ said he.

“ Look where ?”’ said I.

“Why, there ’s going to be a comet to-night,” said J ill