And then came the story of the fight and the torn jacket. It was so nice to be able to tell her everything, and to know she was not hurt at all.
"What, my Jack been in a battle!" trying hard to laugh.
"Yes; but Nanna has mended my jacket, you'd never know it was torn, and I'm never going to fight again. Nanna says heroes walk away, and that must be so, 'cause it's harder."
"Nanna's right, you dear little champion!"
"When I am a man, nobody will dare to say you're not good."
"Yes, they will, dear. You know Jesus told us to beware if everybody spoke well of us. That would show we were not quite brave enough."
But the child spoke truer than she knew.
The next morning Phebe sent Frank Bell a box of chocolate, which Jack willingly delivered.
To say that Frank was mystified is putting it very mildly.
"For me?" he exclaimed.