"He takes INTEREST!" "I know, but--Bertram," broke off the elder man, anxiously, from his perch on the stepladder, "would you put the rifle over this window, or the fishing-rod ?" "Why, I don't think it makes much difference, so long as they're somewhere," answered Bertram.

"And there are these Indian clubs and the swords to be disposed of, you know." "Yes; and it's going to look fine; don't you think ?" exulted William.
"And you know for the wall-space between the windows I'm going to bring down that case of mine, of spiders." Bertram raised his hands in mock surprise.
"Here--down here! You're going to trust any of those precious treasures of yours down here!" William frowned.
"Nonsense, Bertram, don't be silly! They'll be safe enough.

Besides, they're old, anyhow.

I was on spiders years ago--when I was Billy's age, in fact.

I thought he'd like them here.