A GREAT many years ago when I was a souvenir spoon," said the major, "I belonged to a very handsome and very powerful potentate."
"I didn't quite understand what it was you said you were," said the sprite, bending forward as if to hear better.
"At the beginning of my story I was a souvenir spoon," returned the major.
"Did you begin your career as a spoon?" asked the sprite.
"I did not, sir," replied the major. "I began my career as a nugget in a lead mine where I was found by the king of whom I have just spoken, and on his return home with me he gave me to his wife who sent me out to a lead smith's and had me made over into a souvenir spoon-and a mighty handsome spoon I was too. I had a poem engraved on me that said: