He had taken to making cheap boxes of thin, rough deal, afterwards covered with paper.

With the help of his wife he could make one in a day, and he got ninepence profit out of it--when the box was sold.

He was working at one when we went in, and he twirled it proudly about with his one arm, and stammered out a long explanation about the way it had been made; and then he got upon the lid, and sprang about a little, to let us see how much it would bear.

As the brave little tattered man stood there upon the box-lid, springing, and sputtering, and waving his one arm, his wife looked up at him with a smile, as if she thought him "the greatest wight on ground." There was a little curly-headed child standing by, quietly taking in all that was going on.

I laid my hand upon her head; and asked her what her name was.