er cent."

The white elephant's relative was a conspicuous character--after the
lifting of the cover--that evening.

The next morning Charlie appeared before Will, hanging out a long, dismal
face, and speaking with difficulty.

"She's gone!"

"Who, Aunt Stanshy?"

"No, Bunny!"

"Your rabbit? How?"

"I don't know. I left her all right in the maginary, last night."

"Let me go out and look round. But where did you put your box?"

"Well, Aunt Stanshy thought it would do just as well if I put the box out
into the wood-shed--and--"

"Was the door left open?"

"I saw it open this morning."

"I will look about."

Will went into the wood-shed, and there before the door he saw two cats
licking their chops, and their guilty eyes seemed to him to say, "Rabbit
stew for breakfast! Keep dark!"

"Charlie," said Will, entering the house again, "I think two cats out
there took your rabbit, and we will catch them and box them and exhibit
them."

"As my maginary?"

"Yes, and I'll tell you how to label them."

The cats were caught and boxed, and this was the label their cage bore on
the second and last evening of the "Helping Hand Sale:" "Destroyers of the
Distant Cousin of the White Elephant of Siam." This device took, and many
pennies were put by the neighbors into Charlie's hands. When the boys
summed up the profits of the sale, they had for Tim Tyler's benefit the
sum of thirty dollars, which Mr. Walton promised should be judiciously
expended.

"It all shows," remarked Miss Barry to the club, "what we can do when we
work in earnest, and also how much small sums amount to."

Simes Badger's comment on the affair was that Aunt Stanshy had shown
herself a Christian, "knowin' as I do," said Simes, "the story of the
Tyler affair way back."

Mr. Walton and his old mother had something also to say about the sale,
and it was in connection with one of Tony's Italian pictures that Mr.
Walton bought.

"A house, mother, in Naples, not far from the water, you see."

The old lady was silent awhile. Then she murmured, "I have seen it,
haven't you, somewhere?"

"Why, yes--no. What is it?"

But the old lady herself was confused about it. She looked at the fair
home by the sea, and then looked again, but she could not seem to
positively identify it.

"And still I have seen it before," she affirmed.

To identify the spot was like trying to get hold of the exact form of a
ship that partially breaks through the fog and t