soon learned that her confidence in her first “old man” was unlimited.

“What-all’s in hit?” She grew restless while he carefully and silently examined her treasure, the true significance of which she so little knew. Filled with amazement and with a keen pleasure, he took the books to the light. The print was fine, even, and clear.

“What-all be they?” she reiterated. “Reckon the’re no good?”

David smiled. “In one way they’re all the good in the world, but not for money, you know.”

“No, I don’t guess. Can you read that thar quare printin’?”

“Yes. The letters are Greek, and these books are about a hundred years old.”