Miss Emily had flared, "Do you think I shall buy toys of Germany after
this war?"

"Good for you, Emily. I was afraid you might."

But tonight a little pensively Miss Emily wrapped the old mastodon up
in a white cloth. "I believe I'll take him home with me. People are
always asking to buy him, and it's hard to explain."

"I should say it is. I had an awful time with him," she indicated the
old gentleman, "yesterday."

She set the tray down on the counter. There was a slim silver pot on
it, and a thin green cup. She poked the sleeping man with a tentative
finger. "Won't you please wake up and have some chocolate."

Rousing, he came slowly to the fact of her hospitality. "My dear young
lady," he said, with a trace of courtliness, "you shouldn't have
troubled--" and reached out a trembling hand for the cup. There was a
ring on the hand, a seal ring with a coat of arms. As he drank the
chocolate eagerly, he spilled some of it on his shabby old coat.

He was facing the door. Suddenly it opened, and his cup fell with a
crash.

A young man came in. He too, was shabby, but not as shabby as the old
gentleman. He had on a dilapidated rain-coat, and a soft hat. He took
off his hat, showing hair that was of an almost silvery fairness. His
eyebrows made a dark pencilled line--his eyes were gray. It was a