"O, I knew you could do anything!" she exclaimed gratefully.
Harold looked on with a big lump gathering in his throat. With an effort he cleared it away; then he went over to George with a glowing face. Laying one hand on his shoulder, he said with boyish fervor,
"You always were a brick, Cousin George!"
He turned to the boy and looked at him with a shade of regret, "You won't forget me, little man?" he asked tenderly.
"Forget you?" returned the boy, "Never!" And taking one hand of Will's and one of George's he looked frankly from one to the other.
"It's 'nick and tuck' between you and father!!" he declared earnestly.
Both men looked at each other understandingly.
"It must always be so, Harold," said Will gravely.
Later in the evening, when Harold had retired, Alma asked:
"Did you find Betty well and happy?"