In the acacia boughs above them the blue jay suddenly uttered a rippling laugh of sheer joy and flew away.
THE END
GREATHEART
By Ethel M. Dell
There were two of them—as unlike as two men could be. Sir Eustace, big, domineering, haughty, used to sweeping all before him with the power of his personality.
The other was Stumpy, small, insignificant, quiet, with a little limp.