'As if we haven't got enough cleaning to do after the storm," granibled Grandma, "Put it down, and we'll look at it later," It was getting on for even en they finally sat down in the clean courtyard with a bucket of water and scrubbing brush It took for ever to clean. They used sand and the pot scourer, and soap and water, and little by little the objec? began to take shape. It was made of meta with a large, flat round disc at one end and long, thin As Grandma polished it with a rag, it glean ed like gold in the afternoon sun growing brighter and brighter, until it seemed like a pocket sun in itself "Well," said Grandma, as she passed it over. That's no old bottle, Rashida held it in her hand. Its surface was as smooth as glass, and the handle felt warm to the touch, She could see herself quite clearly, her curly brown hair, and the se nub nose she wished were straight "It's like a hand mirror said Rashida, "except it hasn't got any glass. And what do you think people did before they had glass? "Is it old?" Rashida asked. Grandma took it from her and held it against her cheek for a second Ashadow passed over her face "I'm going to shut up the hens," she said, abruptly getting to her feet and handing the mirror back. "We'll talk about it later