ruler with sixteenths of an inch marked on it; and a wooden triangle; and a brass circle; and a china cup for indelible ink; and a pen; and a brush; and even a little key to be used in putting on and taking off the sections. It was the finest set I ever saw, and I just sat and stared at it and began to think that I was still dreaming,—had been asleep ever since dinner.
"Like it?" asked the young man.
"You bet," said I. "Say, whose is it? What'd you bring it here for?"
The young man fanned himself with his hat and looked at me, still grinning. "Well, now, Chet, I'll tell you about it," he said. "I just arrived this afternoon and I want to see the town. I want to see the Ohio River, and the Muskingum, and the earth-works, and a few things like that; and I don't want the bother of hunting them up, and not knowing which is which. So I said to a young lady I know:—'Since you have to stay at home and get acquainted with your father all over again, do you suppose that the "Chet" who has been dinned into my ears for two months would show me the sights of the city?'"
