A WAY TO FORGET The faces of the group, as Uncle John finished reading, were worth studying.

Arthur Weldon was white with anger, and his eyes blazed.

Silas Watson stared blankly at his old friend, wondering if it was because he was growing old that he had been so easily hoodwinked by this saucy child.

Beth was biting her lip to keep back the tears of humiliation that longed to trickle down her cheeks.

Louise frowned because she remembered the hard things Tato had said of her.