The old woman was much affected by the information.

She was uneasy and restless, and talked a good deal to herself, occasionally throwing out a moan or a lament in the direction of her "son Tom's yaller boy Bob's chile." The crazy quilt, which was not yet finished, though several pieces had been added since we last saw it, was laid aside; and by the help of the above mentioned great granddaughter the old hair trunk was hauled out and opened.

Over this hoard of treasures, Aunt Patsy spent nearly two hours, slowly taking up the various articles it contained, turning them over, mumbling over them, and mentally referring many of them to periods which had become historic.

At length she pulled out from one of the corners of the trunk a pair of very little blue morocco shoes tied together by their strings.

These she took into her lap, and, shortly afterward, had the trunk locked, and pushed back into its place.