They spoke to him accordingly, but he only shook his head, and looked bewildered. The box of cigars was labelled with a rather grotesque figure 5, meaning that they were sold for five cents each. When a customer came along, he put down the right sum and took a cigar, so that words were scarcely necessary in conducting his trade. "What poor lighters he has!" said Donald. "Mother, I wish you would let me make him some, for I could make them so much better." "I would be very glad to have you do so, and I am sure the poor man would be well pleased to receive them," his mother answered. Accordingly, on his return home, Donald lost no time in putting his kind intentions into execution. All the bright scraps of paper, which had been carefully saved, were now brought out and were made into neat and graceful lighters. By the next Saturday a large bundle of them was prepared, and Donald and his mother again set off down Broadway. They |