"Didn't I tell you how he saved the little girl from burning to death?"
"Was it Fred who saved her? He didn't tell me that."
"Of course it was. Read that, now!"
She put in the hand of the widow a copy of the Sun in which the whole scene was vividly described.
"What do you say now, Mrs. Fenton?"
"That I am all the more proud of Fred because he did not boast of what he did," and a look of pride shone in the widow's eyes.
That morning, when Raymond Ferguson entered the breakfast-room rather later than usual, he found his father reading a paragraph in the Sun with every appearance of surprise.
"What is it, papa?" asked Raymond.
"Read that!"
Raymond took the paper, and his eye was drawn to some conspicuous headlines.