He took it up--examined it closely--noted a slight defect in it somewhere--and put it back.

But he did not forget it.

Before many days had passed, he goes down cellar again and brings it up and stands it on end in--where do you think, sir ?--in the closet of the Curator's office!" "How did you learn that ?" "From the woman who comes every day to wipe up the floors.

I happened to think she might have something worth while to tell us, so I hunted her up----" "Go on, boy.

Another long mark in your favor." "Thank you, sir.