Cedric gathered all his strength of mind together.
"Mr. Hobbs," he said, "do you remember what we were talking about yesterday morning?"
"Well," replied Mr. Hobbs,—"seems to me it was England."
"Yes," said Cedric; "but just when Mary came for me, you know?"
Mr. Hobbs rubbed the back of his head.
"We was mentioning Queen Victoria and the aristocracy."
"Yes," said Cedric, rather hesitatingly, "and—and earls; don't you know?"
"Why, yes," returned Mr. Hobbs; "we did touch 'em up a little; that's so!"
Cedric flushed up to the curly bang on his forehead. Nothing so embarrassing as this had ever happened to him in his life. He was a little afraid that it might be a trifle embarrassing to Mr. Hobbs, too.
"You said," he proceeded, "that you would n't have them sitting 'round on your cracker-barrels."
"So I did!" returned Mr. Hobbs, stoutly. "And I meant it. Let 'em try it—that's all!"
"Mr. Hobbs," said Cedric, "one is sitting on this box now!"
Mr. Hobbs almost jumped out of his chair.
"What!" he exclaimed.
"Yes," Cedric announced, with due modesty; "I am one—or I am going to be. I wont deceive you."
Mr. Hobbs looked agitated. He rose up suddenly and went to look at the thermometer.
"The mercury's got into your head!" he exclaimed, turning back to examine his young friend's countenance. "It is a hot day! How do you feel? Got any pain? When did you begin to feel that way?"
