finished, with a glance that encompassed the
overflowing cabinets and shelves of curios all about
him.

His master smiled sadly. An affection that had
its inception in his boyhood days shone in his
eyes. The hand in which the Lowestoft had
shaken rested now heavily on an old man's bent
shoulder--a shoulder that straightened itself in
unconscious loyalty under the touch.

``Pete, you have spoiled me, and no mistake.
I don't expect to find another like you. But
maybe if I wear the woolen socks too late you'll
come and hunt up the others for me. Eh?''
And, with a smile that was meant to be quizzical,
William turned and began to shift the teapots
about again.

``But, Mr. William, why--that is, what will
Mr. Bertram and Miss Billy do--without you?''
ventured the old man.

There was a sudden tinkling crash. On the
floor lay the fragments of a silver-luster teapot.

The servant exclaimed aloud in dismay, but
his master did not even glance toward his once
treasured possession on the floor.