cut, I saw Bill walking somewhere in the mirror. Presently he went out of the mirror and came in the door of the shop, and waited for me. When I was finished we went on out to King’s. On the way we decided to go for a walk to-morrow morning.  It had now became very warm and sultry. The air was so dead that we became very de­moralized and had no inclination to do anything. So we slowly walked along, keeping up a half-hearted conversation. The only thing that really aroused any interest in me, was the whistle of a cardinal somewhere and the song of a song-sparrow. There is nothing in nature that will ever fail to interest me.
     As we came up King’s lawn, Waldo came around the corner, also looking very demoralized in an old Brown suit, and muddy boots. He informed us that he had been working in the garden.
     Bill and I sank down on the back porch in the hot sunshine, while King asked us again if we didn’t want to take a walk, to which we would make direful threats to his bodily safety. Presently Bill suggested we go out and look at the laboratory, so King went indoors to hunt the key, and we went over the laboratory - a little building that was once a chicken-coop. last summer King put much time and good money in the fitting out of this little hot stuffy place for a chemical laboratory. “Windy” Jengling was a part-