Bosh-Bosh Oil. Be

He had reached the foot of the path, when he
saw a small black object, lying directly in the mid-
dle of it. When he came up to it, he found, to
his delight, that it was his boot. Sitting down, he
tried to put it on, but something hard in the heel
prevented his doing so. Putting in his hand, he
drew out his magnet. Again he tried, and this
time something round and hard in the toe pre-
vented him. This proved to be his lost marble—
and now the little boy was quite, quite happy.

Running to the hut, he found that the old man
was crying as if his heart would break, for he
thought that the boy, who had been gone a long
time, was never coming with the magic oil, and
that he would have to remain there, his face pressed
to the wall, till death came. Gardner ran to him
and showed his treasure, and they at once rubbed
some of the oil on the poor old sufferer’s nose,
which, as the Brownie had said, immediately be-
came free /

And then Gardner, followed by the old man’s
thanks and blessings, went home.