"No!"

"Sure as you're born. Keep perfectly still. I'll apply the influence--

I'll turn on all my force. I've brought It thus far--I'll fetch It right

into the house. You'll see."

He was making all sorts of passes in the air with his hands.

"There! Look at that. I've made It smile! See?"

Quite true. Tracy, out for an afternoon stroll, had come unexpectantly

upon his family arms displayed upon this shabby house-front. The

hatchments made him smile; which was nothing, they had made the

neighborhood cats do that.

"Look, Hawkins, look! I'm drawing It over!"

You're drawing it sure, Rossmore. If I ever had any doubts about

materialization, they're gone, now, and gone for good. Oh, this is a

joyful day!"

Tracy was sauntering over to read the door-plate. Before he was half way

over he was saying to himself, "Why, manifestly these are the American

Claimant's quarters."

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The American Claimant