IV.

Cautiously descending the stair, Abner Skipp came upon so strange a

sight that with difficulty he restrained himself from crying out his

astonishment. Little Harold was seated before a queer mechanism, which

resembled a typewriter, spinning wheel, and adding machine combined,

engaged in turning the tons of books around him into reviews, as the

miller's daughter spun the straw into gold, in the ancient tale of

"Rumpelstiltzkin."

"Child, what does this mean?" cried the bewildered Abner Skipp.

"Father," replied Harold, "I am lifting the mortgage. Not long ago I saw

among the advertisements in the Saturday Home Herald an announcement of

a Magic Kit for book reviewers, with a capacity of 300 books per hour.

Fortunately I had enough money in my child's bank to pay the first

installment on this wonderful outfit which came to-day. Is it not a

marvelous invention, father? Even Grandpa could work it!" Trembling with

eagerness Abner Skipp bent over the Magic Kit, while little Harold

explained the working of the various parts.

To review a book all that was necessary was to press a few keys, pull a

lever or two, and the thing was done. Reviewing by publisher's slip was

simplicity itself; the slips were dropped into a hopper, and presently

emerged neatly gummed to sheets of copy paper; and if an extract from

the book were desired, a page was quickly torn out and fed in with the

slip. Reviewing by title page was almost as rapid. The operator

type-wrote the title, author's name, publisher, price, and number of

pages, and then pulled certain levers controlling the necessary words

and phrases, such as--

"This latest work is not likely to add to the author's reputation"; or--

"The book will appeal chiefly to specialists"; or--

"An excellent tale to while away an idle hour"; or--

"The book is attractively bound and is profusely illustrated."

"Father," said little Harold, his face glowing, "to-morrow we will hire

a furniture van and take all these books to the city."

"My boy," cried Abner Skipp, folding his little son in his arms, "you

are the little fairy in our home. Surely no other could have done this

job more neatly or with greater dispatch; and no fairy wand could be

more wonder-working than this truly Magic Kit."

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