It 's all about the Turks . '' Ernest accepted both gifts gravely , and after the children had gone out he and his mother had a hearty laugh . `` The dear , kind-hearted little lads ! '' said Mrs. Duncan . `` It must have been a real sacrifice on Danny 's part to give you his beloved ` pottet-knife . ' I was afraid you were going to refuse it at first , and that would have hurt his little feelings terribly . I do n't think the History of the Turks will keep you up burning the midnight oil . I remember that book of old -- I could never forget that gorgeous cover . Mr. Sinclair lent it to your father once , and he said it was absolute trash . Why , Ernest , what 's the matter ? '' Ernest had been turning the book 's leaves over carelessly . Suddenly he sprang to his feet with an exclamation , his face turning white as marble . `` Mother ! '' he gasped , holding out a yellowed slip of paper . `` Look ! It 's the lost promissory note . '' Mother and son looked at each other for a moment . Then Mrs. Duncan began to laugh and cry together . `` Your father took that book with him when he went to pay the note , '' she said . `` He intended to return it to Mr. Sinclair .
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