“CourseIexpecttothinkdifferentwhenmyageisdifferent。I’mhavin’thethoughtspropertotwenty-four，andyou’rehavin’thethoughtspropertosixty。“
“Fifty！“shriekedUncleHughey，jumpingintheair。
TheSouthernertookatoneofself-reproach。“Now，howcouldI
forgetyouwasfifty，“hemurmured，“whenyouhavebeentellingittotheboyssocarefulforthelasttenyears！“
Haveyoueverseenacockatoo——thewhitekindwiththetop-knot——enragedbyinsult？Thebirderectseveryavailablefeatheruponitsperson。SodidUncleHugheyseemtoswell，clothes，mustache，andwoollywhitebeard；andwithoutfurtherspeechhetookhimselfonboardtheEastboundtrain，whichnowarrivedfromitssidingintimetodeliverhim。