"He just won't let us sweep in here, or do the least thing," explained
Sallie, as if she feared the boys would blame her for the looks of the
room, "you know, he's so queer, and he says we might lose something that
he valued very highly, thinking it was not worth keeping. But here's the
little case containing those almost priceless specimens he collected
abroad."
She led them to a table on which a small case rested, leaning against
the wall. Frank took one look. Apparently the sight affected him
strangely, for immediately he bent over closer as though to feast his
eyes on those costly trophies which the college professor had collected
in foreign lands.
Andy saw that his cousin was evidently having some sort of a silent
laughing fit, for he shook all over though not uttering a single sound.
"What ails you, Frank?" he whispered, taking advantage of Sallie having
to hurry out of the room, as her mother's voice was heard calling her in
the kitchen.
"I'm tickled to death to meet an old friend again, that's all," replied
Frank.
"Do you mean to tell me you've seen this wonderful collection before?"
demanded the other, like a flash, as it were.
"I most certainly do; and if you stop to think, Andy, I guess you'll say
the same; or perhaps, now, you didn't happen to examine the case as
closely as I did, that day last spring when we crossed over to Cranford,
to pick up a few rare stamps for our collection at Snyder's old curio
store.
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