No, I haven't forgotten.

As well as I could remember, I have written out the little story--I only wish I had had it in your uncle's own words.

But such as it is, I will read it to you all this evening." Grandmother went to her Davenport, and took out from one of the drawers some sheets of ruled paper, which she held up for Ralph to see.

On the outside one he read, in grandmother's neat, clear handwriting, the words----.