We can walk up there this afternoon and get them.

Is the statue very beautiful ?" "Perfect, perfect," murmured the Dean, as he still hung over the urn abstractedly.

"It's just behind you, my dear." Kit turned, expecting to face one of the usual blandly smiling Egyptian colossi, even in miniature, with a few wings scattered over it here and there.

But instead, there stood in the center of the Dean's library table a strangely attenuated figure about three feet high.

As Billie said afterwards, it appeared to be dancing the Grasshopper's Nocturnal Rhapsody.