entirely satisfactory to the youngster's newly acquired friends.

"Spit through teeth," ventured the young stranger, anxious to
display an accomplishment that had been bestowed upon him by Billy
while the "galluses" were in process of construction a few minutes
ago. "Thank ma'am, please," he hastened to add with pathetic loyalty
to some injunction that had been impressed upon his young mind
before his embarkation upon strange seas.

"Let me see you do it," demanded the Doctor, in instant sympathy
with his pride in this newly acquired national accomplishment.

"He hasn't got time to do it now," answered Eliza importantly, as
she hitched Teether a notch higher up on her arm. "I've got to take
him and the baby in to Mother Mayberry to see if his other top-tooth
have come up enough for Maw to rub it through with her thimble."
Though she did not designate Teether as the subject of the operation
the audience understood that it was he and not Martin Luther so
fated.

"Oh, no, no!" exclaimed Miss Wingate in horror, and she reached out
and took Teether into protective arms. The day had been a long and
weary one for Teether Pike and he dropped his tired little head over
on the cool pink muslin shoulder and nestled his aching jaw against
the smooth white neck.

"Hold him still just a second as he is," said Doctor Tom quickly,
and in an instant he had whipped a case from his pocket, selected an
instrument and, inserting his finger between the pink lips, he
rendered unnecessary the agony of the maternal thimble. It had been