During their talk Billy had wandered to the edge of the walk and barely escaped the wheels of a passing automobile in an effort to catch a stray kitten that seemed in danger.
Wesley drew Billy back to the walk, and held his hand closely.

"Are you ready, Elnora ?" "Yes; you were gone a long time," she said.
Wesley glanced at a package she carried.

"Have to have another book ?" he asked.
"No, I bought this for mother.

I've had such splendid luck selling my specimens, I didn't feel right about keeping all the money for myself, so I saved enough from the Indian relics to get a few things I wanted.
I would have liked to have gotten her a dress, but I didn't dare, so I compromised on a book." "What did you select, Elnora ?" asked Wesley wonderingly.
"Well," said she, "I have noticed mother always seemed interested in anything Mark Twain wrote in the newspapers, and I thought it would cheer her up a little, so I just got his 'Innocents Abroad.' I haven't read it myself, but I've seen mention made of it all my life, and the critics say it's genuine fun." "Good!" cried Sinton.

"Good! You've made a splendid choice.