May he wear it faithfully and well." A few days after the funeral Dorian and his mother went to Uncle Zed's vacant home.

Mrs.Trent examined the furnishings, while Dorian looked over the books.
"Is there anything here you want, mother?
he asked.
"No; I think not; better leave everything, which isn't much, for those who are to live here.

What about the books ?' "I'm going to take most of them home, for I am sure Uncle Zed would not want them to fall into unappreciating hands; but there's no hurry about that.

We'll just leave everything as it is for a few days." The next evening Dorian returned to look over again his newly-acquired treasures.

The ground was covered with snow and the night was cold.