"'Oh, I just walked in from Indiana,' I said. 'Come, you have to go back after my type-writer.'
"'Where is it?' he asked.
"'Just about on the State-line, I guess,'—and he followed me back.
"When we got somewhere near where it ought to be, he lit a pocket fuse, so as to find it; and when at last it struck his eye, his face lighted up with appreciation.
"'Well, look at the fine type-writer case!' he cried; 'Now you are sensible!'"
