And then Gilbert Palgrave came along and helped to turn my head.

Oh, what a perfect little fool I was, what a precocious, shallow, selfish little fool.

And while I was having what I imagined was a good time and seeing life, Martin was wandering about alone, suffering from two things that aren't good for boys,--injustice and ingratitude.

And then of course I woke up and saw things straight and knew his value, and when I went to get him and begin all over again he wasn't mine.

I'd lost him." The boy's eyebrows contracted sharply.