L. Well, then, he’s the boy who was so afraid of knocking a chip off your hat—Frank Sterling—the coward, as you called him.
R. No! Let me see the paper for myself. There’s the name, sure enough, printed in capital letters.
L. But, cousin, how much more illustrious an achievement it would have been for him to have knocked a chip off your hat! Risking his life to save a chip of a baby was a small matter compared with that. Can the gratitude of a mother for saving her baby make amends for the ignominy of being cut by Mr. Tom Harding and Mr. Ralph Burton?
R. Don’t laugh at me any more, Cousin Laura. I see I have been stupidly in the wrong. Frank Sterling is no coward. I’ll ask his pardon this very day.
L. Will you? My dear Ralph, you will in that case show that you are not without courage.
RECITATION—Reverie in Church.
Too early of course! How provoking!
I told ma just how it would be.
I might as well have on a wrapper,