"Observe the young stork of the wilderness, how he beareth on his wings his aged sire and supplieth him with food.

The piety of a child is sweeter than the incense of Persia offered to the sun; yea, more delicious is it than the odors from a field of Arabian spice." "Thank you, Lala," said Mr.Emblem.

"And now, children, we will discover the mystery." He unlocked the safe and threw it open with somewhat of a theatrical air.

"The roll of papers." He took it out.

"'For Iris to be opened on her twenty-first birthday.' And this is the eve of it.