that haven’t any perfume, and the birds that don’t sing."
As concerned as mother was for Mrs. Channing, her face brightened with a smile,
"You see," the Governor went on, "it’s these little differences that break the monotony of their existence and make them glad to be alive when so many are dead. It’s just their exclusive way of making love to each other, my dear."
"Oh, nonsense, Edward. I've seen them when they have been quite nice and thoughtful to each other."
"They must have been in bed, asleep, my dear, where I shall be in a very few minutes," and the Governor yawned noisily as a tiger. But before his jaws closed again screams and yells came from the kitchen that rang all through the big house.
"There! My goodness, what did I tell you Mother shuddered and shook, and held her hand over her heart.
The Governor tossed the newspaper about and chuckled indifferently. Ted, with the wits frightened out of him, sprang from the couch where he had been "camping," and huddled alongside of me. Fancy him getting alongside of me for safety, when my hair was standing on end and I was thinking about crawling under the table!...... But the Governor calmly indulged in another yawn, then sat back with his eyes closed as though calls of the mopokes outside in the myall trees were the only sounds to be heard. But another volley of screams, with hoarse roars in between, came from the kitchen.
