And then, who knows what you might make of the young man." Mrs.Murray did not respond to her husband's smile, but only replied, "I am sure I wish I knew what is the matter with the boy, and I wish he could leave school for a while." "O, the boy is all right," said her husband, impatiently.

"Only a little less noisy, as far as I can see." "No, he is not the same," replied his wife.

"He is different to me." There was almost a cry of pain in her voice.
"Now, now, don't imagine things.

Boys are full of notions at Hughie's age.

He may need a change, but that is all." With this the mother tried to quiet the tumult of anxious fear and pain she found rising in her heart, but long after the house was still, and while both her boy and his father lay asleep, she kept pouring forth that ancient sacrifice of self-effacing love before the feet of God..