"I wish I hadn't got them." "It is only the copy of the confession that is badly burned.

The original is here on the table," he said.
"I know, but what good will that do?
The letters are so scorched that it won't do to return them." "But I can copy them," he replied.
"Oh, you genius!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands.
"Thank you," he said, bowing.

Then he added: "Let me see--this paper won't do.

Where can we get some fool's-cap ?" "There must be some in the library," she answered.

"I'll slip down and see." She hastened down-stairs and soon returned with the paper.