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Rh without seeing the frantic retreat of the little man as she approached the table with the heavy tray. "What an awkward blockhead!" exclaimed the angry little fellow. I made no answer, being puzzled over the proper way to ask my small friend to eat with a knife and fork larger than himself.

But, as I hesitated, the mysterious beckoning process again took place, and one half of the contents of the tray diminished to a size convenient for his use. He ate almost greedily, like a starving man. I watched him in silent wonder until he seemed to be satisfied. Then, pushing back his chair, he said gratefully: "A very nice supper! I should like to return your kindness in someway. You little know what a service you have done me in releasing me from that cruel Trancast—"

Here he broke off suddenly and remained in a brown study. He seemed so melancholy that I interrupted his thoughts by asking:

"And what could you do for me?" He brightened up again as I spoke, and answered:

"Who can tell? What are your troubles?"

"Well," said I thoughtfully, "I have n't many. But I should like the advice of some one older and wiser than I am."

"I shall not say how wise I may be," said the little man soberly;