thin them out to-day. Are you watching, sir?"

He seemed to be, but she dared not turn to look. Both figures
leaned, intent, and in another moment she had gripped his arm and
clung there.

"Did you see?" she whispered, "Don't mind the boy; it's the shadow
I wanted you to notice. Did you observe anything marked about it?"

She had drawn him back into the ruins. They were standing in that
one secluded corner under the ruinous gable, and she was gazing up
at him very earnestly. "Tell me, judge," she entreated as he made
no effort to answer.

With a hurried moistening of his lips, he met her look and
responded, with a slight emphasis:

"The boy held a stick. I should say that he was whittling it."

"Ah!" Her tone was triumphant. "That was what I told him to do.
Did you see anything else?"

"No. I do not understand this experiment or what you hope from
it."

"I will tell you. The shadow which I saw at a moment very like
this, twelve years ago, showed a man whittling a stick and wearing
a cap with a decided peak in front. My husband wore such a cap--
the only one I knew of in town. What more did I need as proof that
it was his shadow I saw?"