I can nearly
always appeal to Don on the score of gratitude. I must say for him
that, like the rest of the Morley men, he sows his wild oats like a
gentleman. You remember Uncle Curtis? They said at the club he was a
frightful drinker, and yet not a woman of his family ever saw him
intoxicated. Then look at Grandfather Morley!" Mrs. Sequin was mounted
on a favorite hobby. She had a large and varied collection of family
skeletons, some of rare antiquity, which she delighted in exhibiting.
She could recount the details of the unfortunate matrimonial alliances
on both sides of the family for generations back, and was even more
infallible in the matter of birth dates than the family Bible. If a
relative by any chance got a trifle confused, and acknowledged to
thirty-nine next June instead of last June, Mrs. Sequin pounced upon
the error like a cat on a mouse. She could prove to him immediately
that he was born the spring that Uncle Lem Miller died, and that was
the same year that Grandmother Weller married the second time,
therefore he _was_ thirty-nine _last_ June.
"Donald ought to return at once," declared Doctor Queerington, when
she paused for breath; "if he is guilty, he ought to take his
punishment; if innocent, as I believe, he ought to be vindicated.
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