And you know, he's quite like an infant now--says the simplest things.

He laughs at it himself.

He says he's not sure if he knows how to read and write." "Poor, dear Bernal!" With some sudden arousing he studied her face swiftly as she spoke, then continued: "Yes, Bernal's really an awfully good chap at bottom." He turned again to look up at the study windows.

"You know, I intend to stand by that fellow always--no matter _what_ he does! Of course, I shall not let his being my brother blind me to his faults--doubtless we _all_ have faults; but I tell you, Nancy, a good heart atones for many things in a man's make-up." She seemed to be waiting, slightly puzzled, but he broke off--"Now I must hurry to mail these letters It's good to be home for another summer.

You really _do_ please me, Nance!" She thought, as he moved off, that Allan was handsome--more than handsome, indeed.