"This is what ye brought home, Jimmy." Jimmy stared at the shining, battered, bullet-punctured pail in amazement.

Slowly he turned it over and around, and then he lifted bewildered eyes to Dannie.
"Are you foolin' ?" he asked.

"Did I bring that thing home in that shape ?" "Honest!" said Dannie.
"I remember buyin' it," said Jimmy slowly.

"I remember hanging on to it like grim death, for it was the wan excuse I had for goin', but I don't just know how--!" Slowly he revolved the pail, and then he rolled over in the hay and laughed until he was tired.

Then he sat up and wiped his eyes.