"Oh, mother," he said, "you were splendid.

You were like a soldier standing there.

You were like the martyrs in my book." "Oh, no, no, my boy." "I tell you yes, mother, I was proud of you." The thrilling passion in the little boy's voice went to his mother's heart.

"Were you, my boy ?" she said, her voice faltering.

"I am glad you were." Hand in hand they walked along, the boy exulting in his restored pride in his mother and in her courage.