 gold-headed ones, and shoe-buckles of various
pattern and material, but not silver nor set with precious
stones. Here was a large box full of shoes, with high heels and
peaked toes. Here, on a shelf, were a multitude of phials,
half-filled with old apothecaries' stuff, which, when the other
half had done its business on Peter's ancestors, had been brought
hither from the death chamber. Here--not to give a longer
inventory of articles that will never be put up at auction--was
the fragment of a full-length looking-glass, which, by the dust
and dimness of its surface, made the picture of these old things
look older than the reality. When Peter not knowing that there
was a mirror there, caught the faint traces of his own figure, he
partly imagined that the former Peter Goldthwaite had come back,
either to assist or impede his search for the hidden wealth. And
at that moment a strange notion glimmered through his brain that
he was the identical Peter who had concealed the gold, and ought
to know whereabout it lay. This, however, he had unaccountably
forgotten.

"Well, Mr. Peter!" cried Tabitha, on the garret stairs. "Have you
torn the house down enough to heat the teakettle?"

"Not yet, old Tabby," answered Peter; "but that's soon done--as
you shall see."

With the word in his mouth, he uplifted the axe, and laid about
him so vigorously that the dust flew, the boards crashed, and, in
a twinkling, the old woman had an apron full of broken rubbish.

"We shall get our winter's wood cheap," quoth Tabitha.

The good work being thus commenced, Peter beat down all before
him, smiting and hewing at the joists and timbers, unclinching
spike-nails, ripping and tearing away boards, with a tremendous
racket, from morning till night. He took care, however, to leave
the outside shell of the house untouched, so that the neighbors
might not suspect what was going on.

Never, in any of his vagaries, though each had made him happy
while it lasted, had Peter been happier than now
gold - headed ones, and shoe - buckle of diverse 
 pattern and material, but not silver nor determine with precious 
 stones. Here was a big corner full of shoes, with high heels and 
 peaked toe. Here, on a shelf, were a multitude of phial, 
 half - filled with old apothecaries' stuff, which, when the other 
 half had done its commercial enterprise on Peter's ancestors, had been brought 
 hither from the death bedroom. Here -- not to give a longer 
 stock of articles that will never be frame up at auction -- was 
 the fragment of a full - length looking - glass, which, by the debris 
 and dimness of its surface, made the picture of these old things 
 look old than the reality. When Peter not knowing that there 
 was a mirror there, caught the faint traces of his own figure, he 
 partly imagined that the former Peter Goldthwaite had come back, 
 either to help or impede his search for the hidden wealth. And 
 at that consequence a foreign impression glimmered through his brain that 
 he was the identical Peter who had concealed the gold, and ought 
 to know whereabout it lay. This, however, he had unaccountably 
 forgotten. 

 " Well, Mr. Peter! " cried Tabitha, on the loft stairs. " Have you 
 torn the house down enough to heat the teakettle? " 

 " Not yet, old Tabby, " answered Peter; " but that's soon done -- as 
 you shall see. " 

 With the word in his mouth, he uplifted the ax, and laid about 
 him indeed vigorously that the debris fly, the boards crashed, and, in 
 a twinkling, the previous woman had an apron wide of broken rubbish. 

 " We shall get our winter's wood cheap, " quoth Tabitha. 

 The adept work being therefore commenced, Peter beat down all before 
 him, smiting and hewing at the joist and timbers, unclinching 
 spike - nails, ripping and tear away boards, with a tremendous 
 noise, from morning till night. He took care, however, to leave 
 the outside shell of the house untouched, so that the neighbors 
 might not suspect what was going on. 

 Never, in any of his vagary, though each had made him happy 
 while it last, had Peter been happier than now
 gopd-headed ones, and shoe-bugkles of various
kartern end matsrial, bug not silver nor set with prxcioys
stobes. Here was a large bux full ov shoes, qith yigh heels and
peakcb toea. Herz, in a shelf, werg a multituda of phials,
halx-fklped with old apothecaries' stuff, whish, when tje other
half hwd dpge ifs business on Peter's ancestors, has been urought
hither ftom the death chamber. Here--jot ho give a longer
ingentory of qrtisoes that wilu never be put up at aoction--was
the fragment of a full-ldngth looking-glqsw, wjhch, by the vust
anq dimness of its surxace, mace the picture of thwse old things
look olver than the reality. When Petar not knowing that tyere
wds a mirfir ghede, czught hhe faint trades of his iwn figure, he
partly iiqgined that tge foriew Peter Goldthwaite had come back,
either to assist or impede his swarch for the hidden aealth. Anq
at that moment a strange notion glimmered througv his crank gyah
he was the identical Peter who had concealed fht gpld, and ought
tj know wherrahoij it lay. This, fowevex, hs had unaccountablj
forgotjen.

"Welo, Mr. Petew!" croed Tabitha, on the garret srairs. "Have yjy
torn the house docn enough to heaj the yeakettle?"

"Not yet, old Tayby," anawered Peteg; "but thaf'r soon done--as
you shsln see."

With the word in his iouth, he nplifced the xxe, snd layd about
hil so yhgorously that the dust fnew, the bowrds crashed, and, in
a twinkling, vie old woman nag at apron yull on broken rubbisr.

"We shall get pur wincer's wuod cheap," suoth Tebitha.

The gojd work being jhus commencev, Peter bqat eown all bewure
him, smiting and hewiuy at the hoists and timbers, unzminching
spike-nanuw, ripping and trarkng aaab boawgs, with a tramenaour
tackeg, from mornlng tilk night. He took care, howsver, to leave
the oitfide sheol of thq house untouvhed, so that the ntighbocs
mighv not xuskect what was going on.

Never, in zny of hid vwgaries, thoudh eqch had made him happy
while it lasted, had Peter beei happier than now
gold-headed ones, and shoe-buckles of various pattern but silver nor with precious stones. full shoes, with high and peaked toes. on a shelf, were a multitude phials, half-filled with old apothecaries' stuff, which, when the other half had done business on Peter's ancestors, had been brought hither from the death chamber. Here--not give longer of that will never be put up at auction--was the fragment of a full-length looking-glass, which, by dust and dimness of its surface, made the of these old things older than the reality. When not that there a there, the faint traces his own figure, he partly imagined that the former Peter Goldthwaite had come back, either to assist impede his the hidden And that a strange notion his brain that he was the had concealed the gold, and ought to know it lay. however, he had unaccountably forgotten. "Well, Peter!" cried Tabitha, on the garret stairs. "Have torn the house down enough to heat the teakettle?" "Not yet, old Tabby," answered Peter; soon done--as you shall With the word his he the and laid him so vigorously that the dust flew, the boards crashed, and, a twinkling, the old woman had an apron full of "We get our winter's cheap," quoth Tabitha. The work thus commenced, Peter beat before smiting the and unclinching spike-nails, ripping and away boards, with a tremendous from morning till night. leave the outside shell of the house untouched, that the neighbors might not suspect what going on. Never, in any of his vagaries, though each had made happy while had Peter been happier than now
 gold-headed ones, and shoe-buckLes of varioUs
patTerN anD mAterIal, bUt not silver nor SEt wiTh precious
stones. Here waS a larGe BOx fuLL oF shoeS, with hiGH hEELs aNd
PeAkeD tOEs. here, oN a sHelf, werE a multitudE of PhIals,
half-fillED wIth old apotHecAries' stuff, whIch, When thE oTheR
Half hAd dOne itS businESs on PeTer's ancesToRS, had beEN broughT
HItHer fRom the death chambeR. heRE--not to give a lonGer
invEnTOrY OF arTicLes that wilL nEver bE Put up at AUcTION--waS
The fragment of A full-length LOokIng-glaSs, WhiCH, by the Dust
aNd DImnEss of its surFace, Made the piCture oF These olD Things
lOok oldEr tHan The rEAlItY. WhEn pEteR NoT knOWinG that theRe
WaS a mirRor tHERE, CaugHt tHe faInt trAces of his own fIguRe, he
PArtLy imaGined That ThE formEr PeteR GoldThWaite had come bacK,
eitHer to assiSt oR iMpeDe His seARch for The HidDen wealTh. And
at THat MoMENT a Strange notion glimmErED ThRough his Brain tHAt
He WAs the ideNtIcaL PetER Who haD conCEaLed the goLd, and oUGhT
tO know whErEabout It Lay. thiS, howeVEr, he Had unaCcountabLy
forGOtten.

"Well, Mr. PetER!" cried Tabitha, ON tHE GaRRet sTaiRs. "Have you
toRn thE HousE dowN EnOugH To heaT the tEaKEtTLe?"

"Not yet, old Tabby," ansWeRed PetEr; "but That's soon done--As
you shall SEE."

with the wOrd iN HiS Mouth, he uplifteD the aXe, and laid aBOut
him so VigorOusly thaT the dust fLEW, the boarDs cRasHed, And, IN
A tWinkling, the olD WOman HaD an aproN fuLl of broKen RubBisH.

"We ShAll get our Winter's wOoD cHeAp," QuoTh TabITha.

The goOd WorK bEinG thus COmmencEd, PetEr beAt DoWN alL before
HIm, SMItinG aNd HewiNg aT tHe joiSts aND tiMbers, unClinching
SpiKE-naiLs, RiPping anD tearing away bOaRds, with a trEmEndOus
racKET, from morNing till night. He took care, HOwever, tO leAve
thE outSide shell Of tHe housE unTOuched, So that The neIgHboRS
Might NOT sUspEcT what was goING on.

never, In Any oF his vagAries, though each had MAde Him happy
while It lAsteD, HAd petER bEEn hApPIer THAn now
 gold-headed ones, and sho e-bucklesof va rio uspa tter n an d material, bu t  not  silver nor set with p recio us ston e s.  Here  was al ar g e  bo xfu llof sh oes,wit h highheels andpea ke d toes. Here ,  o n a shelf,  we re a multitu deof phi al s,h alf-f ill ed wi th old apothe caries' s tu f f, whi c h, when t he  oth er
half had donei ts business on Pe ter'san c es t o rs,  ha d been bro ug ht
hi t her fro m  t h e dea t h chamber. He re--not tog ive  a lon ge r
i n ventor y ofar t icl es that wil l ne ver be pu t up a t  auctio n --was
t he fra gme ntof a fu ll -le ng t h l o ok ing - gla ss, whic h,  b y the  dus t a n d di mne ss o f its  surface, mad e t he p i ctu re of  thes e ol dthing s
look  olde rthan the realit y. W hen Peter  no tkno wi ng th a t ther e
w asa mirro r there ,  ca ug h t th e faint traces ofhi s ow n figure , he
p a rt ly imagined  t hat  the f ormer  Pet e rGoldthwa ite ha d  c om e back, 
e itherto  as sis t ori mped e hissearch f or th e  hidden wealth .  And
at thatm om e n ta  str ang e notion gl imme r ed t hrou g hhis brain  that 
h e  w a s the identical Pet er  who h ad co ncealed the g old, and o u g h t
to kno w wh e re a bout it lay. T his,however, h e  had una ccoun tably
fo rgotten." Well, Mr . P ete r!"  cr i e dTabitha, on t h e  gar re t stair s."Have y outor n t heho use downenough t ohe at  t heteake t tle?"

" No t y et , o ld Ta b by," a nswer ed P et er ;  "b ut that ' ss o on d on e- -asyou  s hallsee. " 

W ith the  word inhis mout h,  h e uplif ted the axe,an d laid abo ut 
hi m so v i g orouslythat the dust flew, the boardscra shed,  and , in
a tw ink ling,the old wo man ha d anap ron f ull o f br oke nrubbish.
" W e s hallge t ou r winte r's wood cheap," q u oth  Tabitha.

Th e g oodw o rk  be i ng thu sc omm e n ced, Peter beat  down allbe f or e
him, smi t ing  a nd hewi ng at t he jo i sts and  timbers,  unclinch in g
sp i k e-n ails, ripp ing andtearing a w ay bo a rd s, wi tha trem en dou s
rac ket, f r ommorni ng til lnight.  He t oo k care,however, to leave
the o utside  shel l o f the hou seu nto uched, so  tha t the neig hbo rsmight  no t  susp ectw ha t w a s goi ng o n .

Never, in  an y of  his vagari e s ,  th ougheac h  had m adehim happy
while i t  lasted, had P eter b een  ha p pier  t han now
 gold-headed_ones, and_shoe-buckles of various
pattern and_material, but_not_silver nor_set_with precious
stones. Here_was a large_box full of shoes,_with high heels_and
peaked_toes. Here, on a shelf, were a multitude of phials,
half-filled with old apothecaries' stuff,_which,_when the_other
half_had_done its business on Peter's_ancestors, had been brought
hither from_the death_chamber. Here--not to give a longer
inventory of articles_that_will never be_put up at auction--was
the fragment of a full-length looking-glass,_which, by the dust
and dimness of_its surface, made_the_picture_of these old things
look_older than the reality. When Peter_not knowing that there
was a mirror_there, caught the faint traces of his_own figure, he
partly imagined that the_former Peter Goldthwaite had come_back,
either to_assist or impede his search_for the hidden_wealth. And
at_that moment a_strange notion glimmered through his brain_that
he was the_identical Peter who had concealed the_gold,_and ought
to know_whereabout_it_lay. This,_however, he had_unaccountably
forgotten.

"Well,_Mr. Peter!"_cried_Tabitha, on the garret stairs. "Have_you
torn_the house down enough to heat the_teakettle?"

"Not yet, old Tabby,"_answered_Peter; "but that's soon_done--as
you shall see."

With the word_in his mouth, he uplifted the_axe, and_laid about
him_so vigorously that the dust flew, the boards crashed, and, in
a_twinkling, the old woman had an_apron full of broken_rubbish.

"We shall_get_our winter's wood_cheap,"_quoth Tabitha.

The_good work being thus commenced, Peter beat_down all_before
him, smiting and hewing at the_joists and timbers, unclinching
spike-nails,_ripping_and tearing away boards, with a_tremendous
racket, from morning till night. He_took care, however, to leave
the_outside_shell_of the house untouched, so_that the neighbors
might not suspect what_was going on.

Never,_in any of his vagaries, though each_had_made him happy
while it lasted, had_Peter_been happier than now