“Of course, I’ll let thee see them, and welcome,” returned Mrs. Knight; “it isn’t quite dark yet, and the garret is a light one for it faces the west and gets the last rays of the sun. Eat thy bun, and then I’ll let thee look at whatever I have.”
At this, the children hastily dispatched their treat, declaring nothing ever could be better, and then they followed Mrs. Knight up the queer, narrow stairs which led to the garret.
CHAPTER V.
OVER by a little dormer window in the garret, they found the pile of books, and Mrs. Knight left them to make their examination by the fast waning light of the afternoon.
One by one, Mabel and Harold laid the books aside, after peeping inside the covers. They divided the lot, and each took a certain number to examine.
Mabel was about half way down the heap upon which she was at work, when, suddenly, she gave a little cry of joy: “Oh, Harold; here it is! It is, it is! Look; do look!”
“O, HAROLD, HERE IT IS!”
Harold dropped the musty volume he had just picked up, and came over to where Mabel was, hardly willing to believe that she was right in making such an announcement.
“Well, I’ll be switched if it isn’t!” he said, after looking it over carefully.