"The twelve-spot is for the clothes you pulled him out of," Bunchsaid, picking up the garments and handing them to me. "Keep them,Harold, as a souvenir of your first burglar--and true friend, Bunch!"

I took them reverently, and said, "For your sake, Bunch, they'll bearmed down from generation to generation."

Clara J. blushed and exclaimed, "0h, Harold!" and I thought Uncle Peterwould chuckle himself into a delirium.