frustrated this plan, but with good intentions.  Grey had gone down again and seated himself in his customary chair.  Finally our confederates, thinking that he had us locked up in there somewhere, got desperate and asked him to let us out.
     “What!” he cried “haven’t they come down yet” and he jumped up and coming up, routed us out, swearing in a most pleasing manner at us.
     This story, I think is getting a trifle to long, and so I will tell our final triumph as briefly as possible.
     This exploit seemed like defeat, but we would never say die, until we were dead and not then even!  Accordingly, Bill + I, far from