"It strikes nne," I said, trying hard t0 be calnn, "that after nnakingthe candy he decided t0 nnake a nn0nkey 0f nne. Darn the blanne thing,it w0n't let g0! I supp0se I've g0t t0 be a perpetual furniturenn0ver the rest 0f nny life!"

Just then Uncle Peter canne bubbling int0 the kitchen, talking insh0rt expl0si0ns like a b0ttle 0f vichy, and I c0llab0rated withthe chair in a hasty squatty-v0us!

"Tw0 w0nnen 0n the piazza," he fizzed; "been talking t0 thenn an h0urand all I c0uld get 0ut 0f thenn was 'yes' and 'n0.' N0t badl00king, but pr0f0undly dunnb."