The Lost Idea II

He looked in everything—up people's
chimneys, under their hearth-rugs, in their
dust-holes ; he even opened their letters when
he could get hold of them: nothing was safe
from his search.

“We will zof put up with it!” said every-
body ; and Timothy was handed over to Mr.
Benjamin, the policeman: but Timothy wor-
ried him so dreadfully by peeping into his
pockets and taking off his helmet to look in-
side it, that the policeman got quite worn out,
and let him go.

“© Timothy, dear!” said his wife, weeping,
“your boots are dropping off your feet, and
so are mine, and so are the children’s. Do,
at least, make us a pair each!”

But Timothy wouldn’t ; he had an appoint-
ment to search under the church pulpit for
his Idea.