I suppose a mother should not tell these things, and I know people who talk about their own children are dreadful bores, but it was only last Thursday night that Georgie looked up in my face so sweetly, after he had said his prayers and his little cheeks flushed, as he said: 'Mamma, I think it would be right for me to go more with Penrod.

I think it would make him a better boy.'" A sibilance went about the room.

"Sweet! How sweet! The sweet little soul! Ah, SWEET!" "And that very afternoon," continued Mrs.Bassett, "he had come home in a dreadful state.

Penrod had thrown tar all over him." "Your son has a forgiving spirit!" said Mr.Kinosling with vehemence.

"A too forgiving spirit, perhaps." He set down his glass.