’Heigh，boys!’criedGrandfatherBridgeman，’it’stimebeforedinnerto-day。’
Heliftedthecrumpledletter，andthumpedasurprising’Hurrah!’
Upjumpedalltheechoingyoungones，butJohn，withthestarchinhisthroat，Said，’Father，beforewemakenoises，let’sseethecontentsofthenote。’
Theoldmanglaredathimharshly，andtwinklingmadeanswer：’Toobad!
JohnBridgeman，I’malwaysthewhisky，andyouarethewater，mylad!’