He thinks you are better than any man in the world." She paused, her lips parting in a smile that made Ranald's heart beat quick.

Then she went on with a shy hesitancy: "Ranald, I know the boys sometimes drop words they should not and tell stories unfit to hear"; the blood was beginning to show in her cheek; "and I would not like my little boy--" Her voice broke suddenly, but recovering quickly she went on in grave, sweet tones: "I trust him to you, Ranald, for this time and afterward.

He looks up to you.

I want him to be a good, brave man, and to keep his heart pure." Ranald could not speak, but he looked steadily into Mrs.
Murray's eyes as he took the hand she offered, and she knew he was pledging himself to her.
"You'll come for him to-morrow," she said, as she turned away.

By this time Ranald had found his voice.
"Yes, ma'am," he replied.