"Grandma," said Marion, "what was that boy's name? You haven't spoken his name once."
"I guess something," said Ralph eagerly. "Wasn't his name Mott, Grandma?"
"Robert Mott Burton, that was his name, my darlings."
"Our own uncle Mott!" said astonished little Sarah.
"Then that's what makes him such a red-hot temperance man now, isn't it?" said Rollo. "Didn't he begin early, though?"
A CHRISTMAS STORY.
THE LONELY LITTLE GIRL.
