the rest of the family. She returned with a queer little old man with round shoulders and a white beard, who spoke English strangely and[82] whose hands were not very clean. Mrs. Corliss took him straight up to the attic, which was the only part of the house he seemed anxious to visit. They stayed up there some time, and there was a great noise of pushing and rolling of furniture. When they came down, the little old man was looking very much pleased and rubbing his dirty hands together. And he went away still rubbing.

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Mrs. Corliss came to the supper-table with something which she fluttered triumphantly before the eyes of her bewildered family.

“Hurrah!” she cried. “I’ve got it!”

“What is it, Mother?” said Mary.

“How much is it, Mumsie?” begged John at the same minute.

“It is a check for a hundred dollars!” cried Mrs. Corliss. “It’s to pay the horrid bills. Hurrah!”

“Where in the world did you get it?” asked Dr. Corliss. “Is it another of Mary’s bookmarks?”

“Not a bit of it!” sang Mrs. Corliss. “Mary’s bookmark is all her own, safe in bank. I got this out of the attic—out of my furniture. Now, perhaps you will think something of my despised legacy. I sold only a few of the old[83] things that are of so much less use to us than the space they occupy. There are plenty of them left, and the dealer is crazy to get them, too. We need be in no hurry to part with them. Aunt Nan’s attic is a perfect storehouse of treasures in that man’s eyes. It was Johnny who found it out.”

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“Me and Caliban,” said John loyally; “don’t forget him.” And he told the others the whole story of his following the cat.

“You blessed old Caliban!” cried Mary, catching up the great bundle of fur and hugging him tightly. “You shall have an extra saucer of milk for your supper, so you shall!”

Caliban did not explain to her about the nest of fat mice which he had discovered in the attic. That was his share of the “treasure.”

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