"'Praised be my Lord for our sister the moon, and for the stars, which he has set clear and lovely in heaven. "'Praised be my Lord for our brother the wind, and for air and cloud, calms and all weathers, by which thou upholdest in life all creatures. "'Praised be my Lord for our sister water, who is very serviceable unto us, and humble and precious and clean. "'Praised be my Lord for our brother fire, through whom thou givest his light in the darkness; and he is bright and pleasant, and very mighty and strong....'" Mr. Payton read on in his calm quiet voice till he came to the end of the canticle. "I like that part about brothers and sisters," Tom said. "The sun _would_ be a brother, and the moon _would_ be a sister...." Nobody else said anything. Fatly had come to settle by Julian's leg. He had turned on his purr at middle register; not his loudest purr. Still, they could hear it. And then they heard something else. "Julian! Oh, _Ju_--ule!" Julian sighed and stood up. "Girls," he remarked, and went to the door. He opened it wide and leaned out. "Here we are, Porsh," he called, "here at Uncle Pin's." Portia and Lucy and the Indians blew breathless into the house. "We've found it, Jule." Portia panted. "We've found the safe!" "The safe? You mean the _safe_?" "Mrs. Brace-Gideon's!" contributed Lucy. "Oh, _brother_!" Julian shouted. "But I have to go home to get the paper with the combination on it. I'll hurry back--I've got my bike--and I'll meet you at your house--" Halfway through the door he turned back. "_Where_ did you find it, though?" When Portia told him he said, "See? What did I say?" Then he vanished. "You come with us, Uncle Pin," Portia said. "And let's get Aunt Minnehaha, too. We should all be there together when he opens it." Julian, on reaching home, leaped from his bike, allowing it to fall, leaped into the house, shouting the news to his mother, and attained his room without having touched the stairs; or so it seemed. There followed a few minutes of panic because he could not remember what he had done with the slip. Collections of birds' nests and sea shells were toppled about, drawers were pulled out and their contents clawed into a muddle, the pockets of his coats and trousers were searched; and then, of course, he found the slip exactly where he had put it: in plain sight, on his worktable, with a fossil stone to hold it down. "I'll drive you back, Julian," his mother said. "It will save time, and besides I wouldn't miss this event for anything!" * * * * *