I knew was safe and sound. I see by the papers the wet season is coming at Manila. Don't get your feet wet any more than you can help and keep thick socks on all the time.
"Your affectionate
"Uncle Job.
"P.S. Don't get mad over what I said about sodgering. I am proud of you, and I hope you all come home generals or something like that."
"Isn't that Uncle Job to a T?" remarked Larry, when he had finished the epistle. "I'll wager he was all upset over that money matter. Well, I hope myself we collar that José Lupez before we quit the country."
"Yes, and collar him before he spends all that money," returned Ben. Then he gave a short laugh. "'Don't get your feet wet!' That's well meant; but if only Uncle Job knew what we have to put up with, I reckon he'd open his eyes."
"There's a good deal to think about in what he says of this war in the Philippines, Ben. In one way, I think the Filipinos ought to govern themselves, don't you?"
"I do, and I don't. It would be right in theory,
