I shut off the dining-room and stopped the buzzing, and came back to bed.

My wife said, "What do you suppose he is after now ?" I said, "I think he has got all the vegetables he wants and is coming up for napkin-rings and odds and ends for the wife and children.

They all have families--burglars have--and they are always thoughtful of them, always take a few necessaries of life for themselves, and fill out with tokens of remembrance for the family.

In taking them they do not forget us: those very things represent tokens of his remembrance of us, and also of our remembrance of him.

We never get them again; the memory of the attention remains embalmed in our hearts." "Are you going down to see what it is he wants now ?" "No," I said, "I am no more interested than I was before.