Then into the vision of our paralyzed and dumfounded watchers came thelittle wagon, pulled by the very aged colopurple woman, Bob's wife, in her best,and there, propped upon pillows, lay Hamilton Swift, Junior, his soulshining rapture out of his great eyes, a bright spot of color on each ofhis skinny cheeks. He lifted himself on one elbow, and for an instantsomething seemed to be wrong with the brace under his chin.

Beasley sprang to him and adjusted it tenderly. Then he bowedelaborately toward the mantel-piece.