It was not until he was out on the street, walking toward his
home, that the matter came back to his mind.
"I declare!" he exclaimed. "I didn't get that pin for Mary,
after all! Well, never mind, I have a week until her birthday,
and I can get it to-morrow."
He walked rapidly toward home, for the weather looked
threatening, and Tom had no umbrella. He was musing on the
happenings of the evening when he reached his house. His father
was out, as was Garret Jackson, the engineer; and Mrs. Baggert,
the housekeeper, was entertaining a lady in the sitting-room, so,
as Tom was rather tired, he went directly to his own room, and, a
little later got into bed.
It was shortly after midnight when he was awakened by hearing a
rattling on the window of his room. The reason he was able to fix
the time so accurately was because as soon as he awakened he
pressed a little electric button, and it illuminated the face of
a small clock on his bureau. The hands pointed to five minutes
past twelve.
"Humph! That sounds like hail!" exclaimed Tom, as he arose, and
looked out of the casement. "I wonder if any of the skylights of
the airship shed are open? There might be some damage. Guess I'd
better go out and take a look."
He had mentally reasoned this far before he had looked out, and
when he saw that the moon was brightly shining in a clear sky, he
was a bit surprised.
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