“Look for Birmingham,” said Uncle John. “That’s famous for tools.”
“And Toledo is the place for scissors,” added Mr. Prescott.
“Speaking of marks,” said Dr. Crandon, “I have a sword marked with a crown.”
“A genuine Ferrara!” exclaimed Mr. Prescott. “I’m not going to covet my neighbor’s goods, but if you should ever come across another, please remember that I have only a Damascus and a Toledo.”
“Only!” exclaimed Dr. Crandon. “Those ought to be enough to satisfy any man. No special virtue in your not coveting my Ferrara.
“The point and the hilt of mine will come together, just the same,” he added with boyish pride.
“Bradford,” said Mr. Prescott, “you’ve been keeping pretty still. What’s in your mind?”
“Just then,” answered John Bradford, “I was thinking about something that my grandfather told me about his father.”
“As I figure it,” interrupted Mr. Prescott, “he would be Billy’s great-great-great-grandfather.”
“Yes,” replied John Bradford.