"To-morrow."
"You think I can make good?" The question came through trembling lips and he was looking at his father through a pair of dark blue eyes blurred by tears of excitement.
"You'll do better than I did at your age. You're better equipped."
"You think so?" Tom asked in quick boyish eagerness.
The boy sprang to his feet and grasped his father's hand:
"Your faith in me is glorious—it makes me feel like I can do anything——"
"You can—if you try."
"Well, if I can, it's because I've got good blood in me. I owe it all to you. You're the biggest man I ever met, Dad. I've wanted to say this to you for a long time, but I never somehow got up my courage to tell you what I thought of you."
The father slipped his arm tenderly about the boy and looked out the window at the bright Southern sky for a moment before he slowly answered: