My heart goes out to him." "So did mine," said Elnora.

"I love him.

I'd rather see him eat my lunch than have it myself any time." "What makes you like him ?" asked Wesley.
"Why, I don't know," pondered Elnora.

"He's so little, he needs so much, he's got such splendid grit, and he's perfectly unselfish with his brother and sister.

But we must wash him before Aunt Margaret sees him.
I wonder if mother----" "You needn't bother.