One of the boys, Henry Carroll, said to Walter: “There was a little girl came near being run over on Madison Avenue this noon!”
“Did you see it?”
“No, but I heard of it.”
“Who was the little girl?”
“Grace Newman.”
“I know who she is. How did it happen?”
The boy gave a pretty correct account.
“Some boy saved her,” he concluded, “by running forward and hauling her out of the road just in time. He ran the risk of being run over himself. Mr. Newman thinks everything of little Grace. I’d like to be in that boy’s shoes.”
Neither of the boys noticed that Hector’s face was flushed, as he listened to the account of his own exploit.
The next morning, among the letters laid upon the breakfast table was one for Hector Roscoe.