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"Not quite, grandpapa," said Frank. "But mother told me a poem about him. Oh, grandpapa, do you know the poem about Caesar had some jam?"

"Caesar had some----? Oh, yes, of course I do," said the Admiral, and gravely repeated that short but admirable lyric. "And what's more both your uncles know it."

"The boys taught it to me one holiday," said Jane, going back to her childhood. "And I told Frank the first line, but I couldn't remember the rest."

"Do you suppose, grandpapa, that Caesar did have jam for tea?" said Frank, anxiously. "I mean did Romans have jam?"

"I couldn't say for certain," said the Admiral, "but they did have honey. When you get to Southbridge you'll learn Vergil, and he will tell you all about bees and honey."

"Will it be funny?" asked Frank.

"No," said his grandfather, decidedly. "Even better than funny. But if you like funny Latin," he continued, noticing that it was nearly eight o'clock, "I can tell you a good poem. It begins:

Patres conscripti

Took a boat and went to Philippi...."