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old back porch and have the finest kind of a 

 time seeing things." ' 



" Seeing things ! " I gasped in astonish- 

 ment. Then the funny side of the proposi- 

 tion came over me and I laughed aloud. 



" I know you are a great fellow to see 

 things, Ben," I said at last, " but what can we 

 see from here? Are you joking? " 



" It is no joke at all, Harry," replied my 

 friend seriously, " I mean every word of it. 

 We will have a fine time seeing things. I 

 never yet got tucked into any corner in the 

 world where I could not see something mighty 

 interesting. 



" Now, Harry," he continued, seating him- 

 self in an old wooden-bottomed chair, and 

 tilting it back against the wall for comfort, 

 " our field of observation is the back porch 

 and just a few feet outside. Now, what do 

 you make of it? " 



"A wet slippery floor, some morning-glory 

 vines, and, that's all, just a horrid place," I 

 answered, " but it isn't quite as bad as it was 

 before you came, Ben." 



