aim any taste for the screen classic.

"Dear me," she said; "Tarzan--that's all that nature stuff by John
Burroughs; isn't it? Oh, Mrs. Mifflin, I think it would be very
tedious. Let's have Mr. Mifflin read to us. I'll get down my knitting
bag."

"You mustn't mind being interrupted," said Helen. "When anybody rings
the bell Roger has to run out and tend the shop."

"You must let me do it," said Titania. "I want to earn my wages, you
know."

"All right," said Mrs. Mifflin; "Roger, you settle Miss Chapman in the
den and give her something to look at while we do the dishes."

But Roger was all on fire to begin the reading. "Why don't we postpone
the dishes," he said, "just to celebrate?"

"Let me help," insisted Titania. "I should think washing up would be
great fun."

"No, no, not on your first evening," said Helen. "Mr. Mifflin and I
will finish them in a jiffy."

So Roger poked up the coal fire in the den, disposed the chairs, and
gave Titania a copy of Sartor Resartus to look at. He then vanished
into the kitchen with his wife, whence Titania heard the cheerful clank
of crockery in a dishpan and the splashing of hot water. "The best
thing about washing up," she heard Roger say, "is that it makes one's
hands so clean, a novel sensation for a second-hand bookseller."

She gave Sartor Resartus what is graphically described as a "once
over," and then seeing the morning Times lying on the table, picked it
up, as she had not read it. Her eye fell upon the column headed

LOST AND FOUND
Fifty cents an agate line

and as she had recently lost a little pearl brooch, she ran hastily
through it. She chuckled a little over

LOST--Hotel Imperial lavatory, set of teeth. Call or communicate
Steel, 134 East 43 St. Reward, no questions asked.

Then she saw this:

LOST--Copy of Thomas Carlyle's "Oliver Cromwell," between Gissing
Street, Brooklyn, and the Octagon Hotel. If found before midnight,
Tuesday, Dec. 3, return to assistant chef, Octagon Hotel.

"Why" she exclaimed, "Gissing Street--that's here! And what a funny
kind of book for an assistant chef to read. No wonder their lunches
have been so bad lately!"

When Roger and Helen rejoined her in the den a few minutes later she
showed the bookseller the advertisement. He was very much excited.

"That's a funny thing," he said. "There's something queer about that
book. Did I tell you about it?