“I wonder what she was thinking about with such a sober look.”
“The story you told of the brave sailor who gave up his place on the raft to the woman, and the last drop of water to the poor baby. People who make sacrifices are very much loved and admired, aren't they?” she asked, earnestly.
“If the sacrifice is a true one. But many of the bravest never are known, and get no praise. That does not lessen their beauty, though perhaps it makes them harder, for we all like sympathy,” and Dr. Alec sighed a patient sort of sigh.
“I suppose you have made a great many? Would you mind telling me one of them?” asked Rose, arrested by the sigh.
“My last was to give up smoking,” was the very unromantic answer to her pensive question.
“Why did you?”
“Bad example for the boys.”
“That was very good of you, uncle! Was it hard?”
“I'm ashamed to say it was. But as a wise old fellow once said, 'It is necessary to do right; it is not necessary to be happy.'”
Rose pondered over the saying as if it pleased her, and then said, with a clear, bright look,