at a time and burst into the little room at the end of the hallway.
"I couldn't wait any longer for you!" he cried. "All the guests are coming, and your aunt says you are to come down inside of five minutes, sure pop." He paused to catch his breath. "What have you got there?"
Franklin Bell answered without looking up. He was a serious-faced, determined-looking youth, of the same age as Will Charleigh.
"This is a new gravity battery, Will, but, somehow, I can't make the thing work. The zinc plates didn't come, and I tried some of my old ones, but I guess they are so coated that I will have to scrape and wash them."
"What are you going to do with the battery? You have three others now."
"Not gravity batteries. That one is a Grove, the one in the corner is a bichromate, and the one by the window is a nickel-plating battery."
"You are talking Greek to me, Frank. I don't understand 'tudder from which,' as the saying goes, excepting about the nickel-plating battery. What are you going to do with that"
"Plate a number of things around the house,"
"Can you do it?"
"I have plated this old brass watch chain What do you think of that?"
Will took the chain, which shone brightly, and examined it carefully.
