"Hasn't that boy a lovely disposition?" Aunt Martha beamed onTacks; "to be so forgiving to the janitor after the horrid man hadsworn at him and blamed him for putting a cat in the dumb waiterand sending it up to the nervous lady on the seventh floor whoabominated cats and who screamed and fell over in a tub of sudswhen she opened the dumb-waiter door to get her groceries and thecat jumped at her. Mercy! how can the boy be so generous!"

Tacks bore up bravely under this panegyric of praise and his facewore a rapt expression which amounted almost to religious fervor.

"What did you give the janitor, Angel-Face?" I asked.