Sonnie-Boy's People

o"? he motioned to the negro at their rear?"put Mr. Balfe's suit-case in the corner of the veranda there. That'll be all to-night, except to see that Mr. Balfe's trunks come up from the towboat." He paused on the veranda steps to get a view of the bay. As he stood there in silence, the lively notes of a dozen buglers came sharply to them. He still held the boy's hand. "Mess call, papa?" "Getting so you know them all, aren't you, Sonnie-Boy ? One minute from now ten thousand husky lads out there will be doing awful things to the commissary grub. But look there! Andie, did any of your kings or presidents ever offer you sights more gorgeous than that to view from their palace walls?" It was the afterglow of the sunset, a red-and- orange glory fading into the blue-black velvet of a Caribbean twilight. "It's by way of greeting to the far traveller. This may be the last place on earth here, Andie, but we warrant our sunsets to be the best on the market. But let's go inside and make ready to eat. What do you say, Sonnie-Boy?" "But, papa, you said that when godfather came you would have the Little Men sing you a song for the steam-engine he sent me from Japan!" "That's right, I did. But where is it?" "Right here, papa." From the veranda corner he picked up a toy locomotive. "Look! Lightning, I've named it." "A fine name for it, too. Well, let me see. How was it? Oh, yes! Lunch-time to-day it was, and your papa was smoking his cigar and lookin...