You're making other folks so glad giving them things that you just can't help being glad yourself! Why, look at those prisms you gave Mrs.Snow and me, and the gold piece you gave Nancy on her birthday, and--" "Yes, yes--never mind about all that," interrupted the man.

His face was very, very red now--and no wonder, perhaps: it was not for "giving things" that John Pendleton had been best known in the past.

"That's all nonsense.

'Twasn't much, anyhow--but what there was, was because of you.
YOU gave those things; not I! Yes, you did," he repeated, in answer to the shocked denial in her face.

"And that only goes to prove all the more how I need you, little girl," he added, his voice softening into tender pleading once more.