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show more than the extreme tips of
their tails. At last they reached a little
wooden building, which was the child’s
sanctum.

‘‘Come in,” she said, and for a while ex-
plained the decorations of the walls, and
displayed her small belongings. She pro-
duced some of the paint-tubes she had
found upon the dustheap among the
studios, and, slitting them down one side,
proceeded to demonstrate the wastefulness
of the artists who had thrown them away,
incidentally adding to the display of paint
upon her face and pinafore.

Then, ‘“ 7zs is the treasure!” she said,
displaying it suddenly.

Somehow or other, certainly not by the
most diligent searching of the dustheap,
she had secured a great store of gold paint.
Then she had taken stones, and a small
metal needle-case, a little key, and a few
odd scraps of iron. Copiously gilded, the
stones were now huge nuggets of solid
gold, the key looked as though it might