Of course Ebby got to know of it, and was unhappy till he could cap it with something finer still.

So he made all sorts of excuses for coming constantly into Ted's room and inspecting his work of art, till at last he felt quite sure he could make a set for himself.

So he started to manufacture a set, twice the size, and with double the number of shelves.

In due time he had it done and suspended on his wall, and it seemed as if Ted's nose was completely out of joint, for Ebby's shelves held not only his books, but his jam-pots and tumblers, and all sorts of odds and ends besides.

But that very night there was a crash in his room, the like of which had never been heard before.