knew where to get one.  The plan was in danger of falling thru when suddenly Day said that some where back in his brain was the memory of his mother having a large tin laid.  And so when we parted at 5 o’clock, it was under the agreement that Day should furnish the ling, Bill the wire and myself the paint and all to meet at our house after supper.
     It was with difficulty that I obtained mother’s permission to go out that night.  She said that I had been up late too often lately; but I was eager for the night’s work, and so overcame her prejudices.  On taking an inventory of my oil-paints and calculating how much it would take, I came to the conclusion without any trouble that I did not want to waste my ex-