“And to whom are you going to give the two prettiest ones?” asked mother.
An earnest look came into Arthur's eyes.
“I fought I'd send the little-girl one to that lame boy at the corner. I don't know him very well, but he looks kind of lonely, you said, mother. Don't you s'pose he'd like it?”
Mother nodded. “And who is to have the other?”
A little hand stole into mother's, and two brown eyes full of love were lifted to mother's face.
“That is for you,” he said.
“BOB'S LOST HIS TEMPER.”
Uncle Will, visiting in the family, heard this remark quite often. One day he said to Bob:
“I think it rather a fortunate loss, don't you?”