As he was leaving the stable he uttered a joyous exclamation and snatched from a window sill a willow cup, gummed and smeared with harness oil.
"The full set, by hokey!" marvelled the Harvester.

"Say, Betsy, the only name for this is luck! Now if I only can clean them, I'll be ready to make her tea table, whatever that is.

My I hope she will stay away until I get these in better shape!" He filled the last cup with turpentine, set it with the other under the work bench, stacked the remaining pieces, polished the saucer he was baking, and went to bring a dish pan and towel.

He drew some water from the pipes of the evaporator, put in the soap, and carried it to the work room.

There he carefully washed and wiped all the pieces, save two cups and one saucer.