When the last morsel was finished, Laddie looked at me steadily.
"I wonder," he said, "I wonder if there's another man in the world who is blest with quite such a loving, unselfish little sister as mine ?" Then he answered himself: "No! By all the Gods, ant half-Gods, I swear it--No!" It was grand as a Fourth of July oration or the most exciting part when the Bishop dedicated our church.

I couldn't hold in another second, I could hear my heart beat.
"Oh Laddie!" I shouted, jumping up, "that pie is only the beginning of the good things I have brought you.

I have a message, and a gift besides, Laddie!" "A message and a gift ?" Laddie repeated.

"What! More ?" "Truly I have a message and a gift for you," I cried, "and Laddie--they are from the Princess!" His eyes raised to mine now, and slowly he turned Sabethany-like.
"From the Princess!" he exclaimed.

"A message and a gift for me, Little Sister?
You never would let Leon put you up to serve me a trick ?" That hurt.