"You just gather up that wreckage, my son, and put the unbroken things back into their places," exclaimed Maxwell.  "Also, clap a stopper upon your jawing tackle, younker; you have altogether too much too say, for a little 'un.  Here, you Fleming--" to another mid, who was lying upon a locker with his hands clasped under his head by way of a pillow--"rouse and bitt, my hearty, and make yourself useful for once in a way; grab the corners of this chart and hold them down to the table until I give you a spell.  That's it.  Now then, Delamere, what is it that you want to know?"