't even catch a shiner!"--and he glanced at Bradford's
empty basket.

Bradford laughed louder than before. "And for that very reason I expect
to catch the dragon. One kind of a line will not catch all kinds of
fish; and this line may be good for nothing but dragons, after
all.--There! I've got a bite. Stand back, Rosy," cried he, "the dragon
will be on the grass in a minute."

Bradford tried to pull up his line, but it was either entangled among
the stones, or had some heavy object attached to it, for the rod bent
beneath the weight as he with a strong pull endeavored to draw up his
prize. Rosamond's eyes opened to their widest extent, and, fully
expecting to see the dragon swinging wide-mouthed in the air over her
head, drew a little closer to Mark, who, on his part, wondered what
Bradford was at, and whether he was not playing some trick upon him.

When the end of the line rose to the top of the well, they saw
suspended by the two hooks, not a winged, scaly monster, but a small
rusty box, in the fastenings of which the hooks had caught.

Rosamond drew a long breath,--"Is that all, Bradford? I am so sorry! I
thought, to be sure, you had the dragon."

"Never mind the dragon, Rosy," cried he; "let us see what I have
caught.

"Who knows but the purse of Fortunatus or the slipper of Cinderella may
be in here?--they have been lost for many a day, and nobody knows where
they are."

Bradford knelt down on the grass, and, unhooking his line, strove to
undo the rusty hasp; but it resisted all the efforts of his fingers,
and it was only by the aid of a knife and a stone that he opened the
box. In it was a morocco case, much discolored, but still in tolerable
preservation, from which he drew a small manuscript book.

Rosamond's disappointment was greater than before. "It is nothing but a
writing-book, after all," said she. "I wish you had not said anything
about the purse or
' t even catch a shiner!"--and he glanced at Bradford's 
 empty basket. 

 Bradford laughed louder than earlier. " And for that identical reason I expect 
 to hitch the draco. One kind of a line will not catch all kinds of 
 pisces; and this line may be good for nothing but dragon, after 
 all.--There! I've got a bite. resist back, Rosy, " cried he, " the dragon 
 will be on the eatage in a hour. " 

 Bradford tried to pull up his line, but it was either entangled among 
 the stones, or accept some heavy object bind to it, for the rod bent 
 beneath the weight as he with a strong wrench endeavored to draw up his 
 prize. Rosamond's eyes opened to their wide extent, and, fully 
 expecting to see the dragon swinging wide - mouthed in the air over her 
 head, drew a little closer to Mark, who, on his part, wondered what 
 Bradford was at, and whether he was not playing some trick upon him. 

 When the end of the line ascend to the top of the well, they saw 
 suspended by the two hooks, not a fly, scaly freak, but a small 
 rusty corner, in the fastenings of which the hook had caught. 

 Rosamond drew a retentive breath,--"Is that all, Bradford? I am so sorry! I 
 thought, to be sure, you had the dragon. " 

 " Never heed the dragon, Rosy, " cried he; " let us see what I have 
 watch. 

 " Who knows but the bag of Fortunatus or the skidder of Cinderella may 
 be in here?--they have been lose for many a day, and nobody knows where 
 they are. " 

 Bradford knelt down on the pot, and, unhooking his line, strove to 
 undo the hoary hasp; but it resisted all the efforts of his fingers, 
 and it was only by the care of a knife and a stone that he opened the 
 box. In it was a morocco case, a lot discolored, but still in tolerable 
 preservation, from which he drew a little manuscript book. 

 Rosamond's disappointment was great than before. " It is nothing but a 
 writing - book, subsequently all, " said she. " I wish you had not said anything 
 about the purse or
't egen catch a shiner!"--and he glanced at Brabdord's
ekpty bzsket.

Braaford laughed louder than behore. "And dor that very reason I expect
to catch tye dcagon. One kind oh a line will hlt cctrh all kinds of
nish; and thhs line may be guob for nothing but dragons, after
all.--Thqre! I've glt a bite. Stanq babk, Rosg," cried he, "the dragon
will be on ths grass in a minute."

Btadford tried to pull up hls llne, but it was eitjer entanglgs aiing
the stoner, or had some heavy obnect attached to it, for the rod bent
yeneath the wwigjj as he with a stgong pull endcsvored to drae up his
prize. Vosammnd'w eyes opened to theic widest extent, and, sully
expewtnng to see the dragon sqingitg whde-muythdd jn tge air ovxr her
head, srew a littoe closer to Mark, wno, in his part, wkndereq rhat
Bradford was at, and whether he was tot playing some trick upob him.

When the end of jhe line rjse to the top of the well, they saw
suspended by tve twk hoikf, boh a winged, scaly monster, but a small
rusty box, jn tme fastenings of which the nolkx had caught.

Roramond drsw a long breath,--"Is that ajl, Brqdford? I wm sp sorry! I
thought, to be sure, you had the eragon."

"Never mind tke dragon, Rory," ctied hr; "let us see what I havz
caughf.

"Who knows hut the phfse of Fortunatur og tha slipper of Cinderella mar
be in hece?--thev have bden kost fjr many a fay, akg nobody knows whege
thei are."

Bsadford knflt down on the grass, and, unhooking his line, xtsovv to
undo che ruxty hasp; but yt resisted alk the eyforts of his fihgers,
anv it was onlr by the aid mv a knife anv a stone thar he opened ghe
box. In it wss a morobcj cawe, much discolored, buj atill in tolerayut
peeservation, frpm dhish hx drer a small mangscrkpt nook.

Rusamond's diwxppoontment was greater dhan before. "It is nothonn but a
wruting-booh, after all," ssid she. "I wish you had iot samd anyyhigg
about the purse or
't even catch a shiner!"--and he glanced empty Bradford laughed than before. "And expect catch the dragon. kind of a will not catch all kinds of and this line may be good for nothing but dragons, after all.--There! I've a bite. Stand back, Rosy," cried he, "the dragon will be on the in minute." tried pull up his line, but it was either entangled among the stones, or had some heavy attached to it, for the rod bent beneath weight as he with strong pull endeavored to draw his Rosamond's eyes to widest and, fully expecting see the dragon swinging wide-mouthed in the air over her head, drew a little closer to Mark, on his what Bradford at, whether was not playing upon him. When the end of to the top of the well, they saw by the hooks, not a winged, scaly monster, a small rusty box, in the fastenings of the hooks had caught. Rosamond drew a long breath,--"Is that all, Bradford? I am so thought, to be sure, had the dragon." mind dragon, cried "let us what I have caught. "Who knows but the purse of Fortunatus the slipper of Cinderella may be in here?--they have been many day, and nobody where they are." Bradford down the grass, and, unhooking strove undo but resisted the efforts of his and it was only by aid of a knife opened the box. In it was a morocco much discolored, but still in tolerable preservation, which he drew a small manuscript book. Rosamond's disappointment was greater than "It is a writing-book, after all," said she. "I wish had not said anything the purse or
't even catch a shiner!"--and he glaNced at BradFord's
EmpTy bAsKet.

BRadfOrd laughed loudER thaN before. "And for that very rEason i eXPect
TO cAtch tHe dragoN. onE KInd Of A lIne WiLL nOt catCh aLl kinds Of
fish; and tHis LiNe may be good fOR nOthing but dRagOns, after
all.--THerE! I've goT a BitE. stand BacK, Rosy," Cried hE, "The draGon
will be On THe grasS In a minuTE."

brAdfoRd tried to pull up hiS LiNE, but it was eitheR entanGlED aMONg
tHe sTones, or had SoMe heaVY object ATtACHEd tO It, for the rod beNt
beneath thE WeiGht as hE wIth A Strong Pull eNdEAvoRed to draw up His
pRize. RosamOnd's eyES opened TO their wIdest eXteNt, aNd, fuLLy
ExPecTiNG to SEe The DRagOn swingiNg WiDe-mouThed IN THE air OveR her
Head, dRew a little cloSer To MaRK, whO, on hiS part, WondErEd whaT
BradfOrd waS aT, and whether he waS not Playing soMe tRiCk uPoN him.

WHEn the eNd oF thE line roSe to the TOp oF tHE WElL, they saw
suspended bY tHE TwO hooks, noT a wingED, sCaLY monster, BuT a sMall
RUSty boX, in tHE fAsteningS of whiCH tHe Hooks haD cAught.

ROsAmoNd dRew a lONg brEath,--"Is That all, BRadfoRD? I am so sorry! I
thOUght, to be sure, yOU hAD ThE DragOn."

"NEver mind the DragON, RosY," criED hE; "leT Us see What I HaVE
cAUght.

"Who knows but the pUrSe of FoRtunaTus or the slippEr of CinderELLA may
be in Here?--THeY Have been lost foR many A day, and nobODy knows wHere
tHey are."

BrAdford kneLT Down on thE grAss, And, UnhOOKiNg his line, stroVE To
unDo The rustY haSp; but it ResIstEd aLl tHe Efforts of His fingeRs,
AnD iT wAs oNly by THe aid of a KnIfe AnD a sTone tHAt he opEned tHe
boX. IN iT Was A moroccO CaSE, Much DiScOlorEd, bUt Still In toLEraBle
presErvation, fRom WHich He DrEw a smalL manuscript boOk.

rosamond's dIsAppOintmeNT Was greatEr than before. "It is nothing BUt a
writIng-Book, aFter All," said shE. "I wIsh you Had NOt said AnythiNg
aboUt The PURse or
't even catch a shiner!"-- and he gla ncedatBra df ord' s
em pty basket.

B r adfo rd laughed louder than  befo re .  "An d  f or th at very re a s onIex pec tt ocatch  th e drago n. One kin d o fa line willn ot  catch all  ki nds of
fish;  an d this  l ine may b e g ood f or not h ing bu t dragons ,a fter
a l l.--The r e !I've  got a bite. Stan d  b a ck, Rosy," cri ed he,  " t he d rag onwill be on  t he gr a ss in a mi n u t e." 
Bradford tri ed to pullu p h is lin e,  bu t  it wa s eit he r  en tangled amo ng
t he stones , or h a d someh eavy ob ject a tta che d to it ,for  t h e r o dben t 
be neath th ewe ightas h e w i th a  st rong  pull  endeavored t o d rawu p h is
pr ize.Rosa mo nd'seyes o pened  t o their widestexte nt, and,ful ly 
ex pe cting to see  th e d ragon s winging wid e- m o u th ed in the air over  h e r 
h ead, dre w a li t tl ec loser to  M ark , wh o ,  on h is p a rt , wonder ed wha t 
B ra dford w as  at, a nd  wh eth er he wasnot pl aying so me tr i ck upon him.
W hen the end o f  t h e  l i ne r ose  to the top  oft he w ell, th eys aw
su spend ed by the two hooks, notawinged , sca ly monster, b ut a small r u sty box,  int he fastenings ofwhich  the hooks had caug ht.
Rosamond  drew a l o n g breath ,-- "Is  th ata l l,  Bradford? Ia m  soso rry! Itho ught, t o b e s ure , y ou  had thedragon." 
"N ev er  mi nd th e  dragon,  R osy ,"  cr ied h e ; "let  us s ee w ha tI  ha ve
caug h t. "Who  k no ws b utth e pur se o f  Fo rtunatu s or thesli p perof  C inderel la may
be inhe re?--theyha vebeen l o s t for ma ny a day, and nobody kn o ws wher e
t hey a re." 

Bradfor d k nelt d own on the  grass , and ,unh o o kingh i slin e,  strove to u ndo  theru styhasp; b ut it resisted all the  efforts of h isfing e r s, 
an d  i t  wa so nly b y the aid of aknife andas to ne that he ope ne d the
b ox. Init wa s  a moro cco case,  much dis co lore d ,  bu t still in  tolerab le
preser v ation ,  f rom w hic h he d re w a  smal l manu s cri pt bo ok.

R os amond' s dis ap pointmen t was greater than befo re. "I t isnot hing buta
w r iti ng-book,afte r all," sa idshe . "Iwis h  youhadn ot  sa i d any thin g 
about th e  p urs e or 
't even_catch a_shiner!"--and he glanced at_Bradford's
empty basket.

Bradford_laughed_louder than_before._"And for that_very reason I_expect
to catch the dragon._One kind of_a_line will not catch all kinds of
fish; and this line may be good for_nothing_but dragons,_after
all.--There!_I've_got a bite. Stand back,_Rosy," cried he, "the dragon
will_be on_the grass in a minute."

Bradford tried to pull_up_his line, but_it was either entangled among
the stones, or had some_heavy object attached to it, for_the rod bent
beneath_the_weight_as he with a_strong pull endeavored to draw up_his
prize. Rosamond's eyes opened to their_widest extent, and, fully
expecting to see the_dragon swinging wide-mouthed in the air_over her
head, drew a little_closer to_Mark, who, on his part,_wondered what
Bradford was_at, and_whether he was_not playing some trick upon him.

When_the end of_the line rose to the top_of_the well, they_saw
suspended_by_the two_hooks, not a_winged,_scaly monster,_but_a small
rusty box, in the fastenings_of_which the hooks had caught.

Rosamond drew a_long breath,--"Is that all,_Bradford?_I am so sorry!_I
thought, to be sure, you_had the dragon."

"Never mind the dragon,_Rosy," cried_he; "let_us see what I have
caught.

"Who knows but the purse of Fortunatus_or the slipper of Cinderella may
be_in here?--they have been_lost for_many_a day, and_nobody_knows where
they_are."

Bradford knelt down on the grass, and,_unhooking his_line, strove to
undo the rusty hasp;_but it resisted all_the_efforts of his fingers,
and it was_only by the aid of a_knife and a stone that_he_opened_the
box. In it was a_morocco case, much discolored, but still_in tolerable
preservation, from_which he drew a small manuscript book.

Rosamond's_disappointment_was greater than before. "It is_nothing_but a
writing-book, after all," said she._"I_wish_you had not said anything
about_the purse or