I admire courage above all things." "Then there's 'Hippopotamus' Wingate," said Jessica.
"Who ?" demanded Mrs.Gray.
"His name is really 'Theophilus', but the boys have always called him 'Hippopotamus,' and now the name sticks to him and everybody forgets he has any other." "Are you agreed on Hippopotamus, my adopted daughters ?" demanded Mrs.
Gray.
It was voted by acclamation, that Hippopotamus was agreeable to the company.
"And now, I have a fourth to propose," announced Mrs.Gray.

"I think I should like to import my great-nephew, Tom Gray, from New York.

He is a little older than these boys, perhaps.

Nineteen is his age, I think, and I haven't seen him since he was a child; but he's obliged to be nice because he bears the name of one beloved by all who knew him." "Whose name, Mrs.Gray ?" asked Nora.
"That of my husband," said the old lady, softly.

"The nicest Tom Gray this world has ever known." And she looked at a portrait over the sideboard of a very handsome young man dressed in the uniform of an Army officer.
"He loved his country, my dears, and fought for it nobly.