Eve to the Rescue

IN DEFIANCE OF DUTY «To-morrow being Saturday afternoon,» began Eveley, deftly slipping a dish of sweet pickles beyond the reach of the covetous fat fingers of little niece Nathalie, – «to-morrow being Saturday afternoon – » «Doesn't to-morrow start at sunrise as usual?» queried her brother-in-law curiously. «As every laborer knows,» said Eveley firmly, «Saturday begins with the afternoon off. And I am a laborer. Therefore, to-morrow being Satu