The long years of Clark's faithful service flashed before him.

He shivered at the thought of his own meanness.

He was afraid those great eyes might see into his heart.

He almost shrivelled at the thought.
"Well, let's take a sleigh-ride and see if any other shops are open.
Then we can return." He spoke a few words aside to Mr.Brown.The shopkeeper's eyes opened wide.
"But you say you haven't money enough with you, and I don't know you ?" Livingstone smiled.
"Why, man, I am worth--" He stopped short as a faint trace of seven figures appeared vaguely before his eyes.

"I am worth enough to buy all this square and not feel it," he said, quickly correcting himself.
"That may be all so, but I don't know you," persisted the shopkeeper.
"Do you know anybody in this part of the town ?" "Well, I know Mr.Clark.He would vouch for me, but--." The shopkeeper turned to the child.
"Kitty, you know this gentleman, you say ?" "Yes.