and he hopped out to talk it over with them, and they set upon him and killed him. And I couldn't get there quick enough to help him—I beg your pardon." He picked up a fan and handed it to the girl on his left, and she, having dropped it on purpose, blushed, thanked him, and giggled. Manners turned to Margaret again. "Ever since then," he said, "when I have a gun in my hand and see a crow, I want to kill him for the sake of the crows that killed mine, and to let him go for the sake of mine, who was such a nice old fellow. So it's an awful problem."
Aladdin sat and looked straight before him. "Is real fame as awful as this?" he thought.
Somebody clapped him on the shoulder, and a hearty voice, something the worse for wear, said loudly in his ear, "Bully, Aladdin, bully!"
Aladdin looked up and recognized that bad companion, Beau Larch.
"That's all right," Aladdin tried to say, but Mr. Larch would not be downed.
"Wasn't it bully, Margaret?" he said.
