"O I forgot," laughed the old gentleman gaily. "It's around on the other side of the house—come on around and see it."
The callers walked quickly around to the rear of the Unwiseman's house, and there, hanging over the kitchen door, was a long piece of board upon which the Unwiseman had painted in very crooked black letters the following words:
THE BRITISH MUSEUM JUNIOR
Admishun ten cents. Exit fifteen cents.
Burgulars one umbrella.
THE FINEST COLECTION OF ALPS AND SOFORTHS
ON EARTH.
CHILDREN AND RUBER DOLLS FREE ON SATIDYS.
"Dear me—how interesting," said Mollie, as she read this remarkable legend, "but—what does it mean?"
"It means that I've started a British Museum over here," said the Unwiseman, "only mine is going to be useful, instead of merely ornamental like that one over in London. For twenty-five cents a man can get a whole European trip in my Museum without getting on board of a steamer. I only charge ten cents to come in so as to get people to come, and I charge fifteen cents to get out so as to make 'em stay until they have seen all there is to be seen. People get awfully tired travelling abroad, I find, and if you make it too easy for them to run back home they'll go without finishing their trip. I charge burgulars one umbrella to get in so that if my burgular comes back he'll have to make good my loss, or stay out."