oval, marble-topped table in the attic, containing a large glass case
covering a basket of wax fruit, which you may have."

"No, Aunt Sarah," said Mary, "I don't believe I want the fruit, but I
will accept your offer of the table. Well, Aunt Sarah, I know you
won't have this old, black what-not standing in the corner of the
room. I do believe it is made of spools, strung on wire, as supports
for the shelves; then all painted black, imitation of ebony, I
suppose. It must have been made in the Black Age, at the same time the
old corner cupboard was painted, as Uncle John told me he scraped off
three different layers of paint before doing it over, and one was
black. It was originally made of cherry. It certainly looks fine now,
with those new brass hinges and pretty, old-fashioned glass knobs."

"Yes, Mary," replied her Aunt, "and there is an old corner cupboard in
the attic which belonged to my father, that you may have, and, with a
very little labor and expense, Ralph can make it look as well as mine.
It has only one door and mine possesses two."

"Aunt Sarah," exclaimed Mary, "you are a dear! How will I ever repay
you for all your kindness to me?"

"By passing it on to some one else when you find some one needing
help," said Aunt Sarah.

"Such a collection of odd things, Aunt Sarah, as are on this what-not
I never saw. Old ambrotypes and daguerreotypes of gone and forgotten
members of the 'freinshoft,' as you sometimes say. I don't believe you
know any of them."