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           Hecouldnotstandwaste,forheknewthatoneman’sjunkisanotherman’sluxury.

           Soadults,andespeciallychildren,clambereduptopeeroverintothevasttreasurehordeinthebackofthewagon.

           "Now,remember,"saidMr.Jonas,"youcanhavewhatyouwantifyoureallywantit.Thetestis,askyourself,DoIwantitwithallmyheart?CouldIlivethroughthedaywithoutit?Ifyoufiguretobedeadbysundown,grabthedarnedthingandrun.I’llbehappytoletyouhavewhateveritis."

           Andthechildrensearchedthevastheapsofparchmentsandbrocadesandboltsofwallpaperandmarbleashtraysandvestsandrollerskatesandgreatfatoverstuffedchairsandendtablesandcrystalchandeliers.Forawhileyoujustheardwhisperingandrattlingandtinkling.Mr.Jonaswatched,comfortablypuffingonhispipe,andthechildrenknewhewatched.Sometimestheirhandsreachedoutforagameofcheckersorastringofbeadsoranoldchair,andjustastheytouchedittheylookedupandtherewereMr.Jonas’seyesgentlyquestioningthem.Andtheypulledtheirhandawayandlookedfurtheron.Untilatlasteachofthemputtheirhandonasingleitemandleftitthere.TheirfacescameupandthistimetheirfacesweresobrightMr.Jonashadtolaugh.Heputuphishandasiftofendoffthebrightnessoftheirfacesfromhiseyes.Hecoveredhiseyesforamoment.Whenhedidthis,thechildrenyelledtheirthanks,grabbedtheirrollerskatesorclaytilesorbumbershootsand,droppingoff,ran.