You'll find he's up to his ears in debt to Grimshaw--prob'ly." As we followed him toward the house, he pushing the wheelbarrow loaded with sacks of nuts, he added: "At last Grimshaw has found somethin' that he can't buy an' he's awful surprised.

Too bad he didn't learn that lesson long ago." He stopped his wheelbarrow by the steps and we sat down together on the edge of the stoop as he added: "I got mad--they kep' pickin' on me so--I'm sorry, but I couldn't help it.

We'll start up ag'in somewheres if we have to.

There's a good many days' work in me yet." As we carried the bags to the attic room I thought of the lodestone and the compass and knew that Mr.Wright had foreseen what was likely to happen.

When we came down Uncle Peabody said to me: "Do you remember what you read out of a book one night about a man sellin' his honor ?" "Yes," I answered.