"Don't say I've caught the wrong train," she said breathlessly, when at last she appeared. "It does go at 4.40, doesn't it?" "It does," I said, "and it did." "Then my watch must be slow." "Send it to the jumble sale," I advised. "Look here--we've a long time to wait for the next train; let's undress my parcel in the waiting-room, and I'll point out the things that really want watching. Some are absolutely unique." It was an odd collection of very dear friends, Miss Middleton's final reminder having been that _nothing_ was too old for a jumble sale. "_Lot One_," I said. "A photograph of my house cricket eleven, framed in oak. Very interesting. The lad on the extreme right is now a clergyman." "Oh, which is you?" said Miss Middleton eagerly. I was too much wrapped up in my parcel to answer. "_Lot Two_," I went on. "A pink-and-white football shirt; would work up into a dressy blouse for adult, or a smart overcoat for child. _Lot Three._ A knitted waistcoat; could be used as bath-mat. _Lot Four._ Pair of bedroom slippers in holes. This bit is the slipper; the rest is the hole. _Lot Five._ Now this is something really good. _Truthful Jane_--my first prize at my Kindergarten." "Mother _is_ in luck. It's just the sort of things she wants," said Miss Middleton. "Her taste is excellent. _Lot Six._ A pair of old grey flannel trousers. _Lot Seven._ Lot Seven forward. Where are you?" I began to go through the things again. "Er--I'm afraid Lot Seven has already gone." "What about Lot Eight?" "There doesn't seem to be a Lot Eight either. It's very funny; I'm sure I started with more than this. Some of the things must have eaten each other on the way." "Oh, but this is _heaps_. Can you really spare them all?" "I should feel honoured if Mrs. Middleton would accept them," I said with a bow. "Don't forget to tell her that in the photograph the lad on the extreme right----" I picked up the photograph and examined it more carefully. "I say, _I_ look rather jolly, don't you think? I wonder if I have another copy of this anywhere." I gazed at it wistfully. "That was my first year for the house, you know." "Don't give it away," said Miss Middleton suddenly. "Keep it." "Shall I? I don't want to deprive---- Well, I think I will if you don't mind." My eyes wandered to the shirt. "I've had some fun in _that_ in my time," I said thoughtfully. "The first time I wore it----" "You really _oughtn't_ to give away your old colours, you know." "Oh, but if Mrs. Middleton," I began doubtfully--"at least, don't you--what?--oh, all right, perhaps I won't." I put the shirt on one side with the photograph, and picked up the dear old comfy bedroom slippers. I considered them for a minute and then I sighed deeply. As I looked up I caught Miss Middleton's eye.... I think she had been smiling. "About the slippers," she said gravely. . . . . .