Rudyard Kipling 4] at the little flurry it cost him. Now, let’s look at my things.” Two minutes later Dick had thrown himself down on the floor and was deep in the portfolio, chuckling lovingly as he turned the drawings over and thought of the price at which they had been bought. The afternoon was well advanced when Torpenhow came to the door and saw Dick dancing a wild saraband under the skylight. “T builded better than I knew, Torp,” he said, without stopping the dance. “They're good! They’re damned good! They'll go like flame! I shall have an exhibition of them on my own brazen hook. And that man would have cheated me out of it! Do you know that I’m sorry now that J didn’t actually hit him?” “Go out,” said Torpenhow, — “go out and pray to be delivered from the sin of arrogance, which you never will be. Bring your things up from whatever place you re staying in, and we'll try to make this barn a little more shipshape.” “And then — oh, then,” said Dick, still capering, “we will spoil the Egyptians!”