"They are making bad men good, and the whole countryside is new, and she is the heart of it all." "I have no doubt about that," said Mr.St.Clair.

"She will be the head and heart and hands and feet." "You're just right, governor," said Harry, warmly.

"There is no woman living like Aunt Murray." There was silence for a few moments.

Then Mr.St.Clair said suddenly: "We are in an awful fix here.

Not a man to be found that we can depend upon for book-keeper, clerk, or checker." Harry coughed slightly.
"Oh, of course, Harry is an excellent book-keeper," Harry bowed low; "while he is at it," added Mr.St.Clair.
"Very neat one," murmured the lieutenant.
"Now, father, do not spoil a fine compliment in that way," cried Harry.
"But now the checker is gone," said Mr.St.Clair, "and that is extremely awkward." "I say," cried Harry, "what will you give me for a checker right now ?" Mr.St.Clair looked at him and then at the lieutenant.
"Pardon me, Mr.St.Clair," said that gentleman, holding up his hand.