"But you didn't answer back, did you, my son ?" This came in a tone as if she feared to hear the details, knowing the boy's temperament, and his father's.
"I didn't say a word; Uncle George wouldn't let me.

I'm glad now he stopped me, for I was pretty mad, and I might have said something I would have been sorry for." The mother gave a sigh of relief, but she did not interrupt, nor did she relax the tautness of her body.

"You ought to have heard Uncle George, though!" Harry rushed on.

"He told him there was not a dog at Moorlands who would not have treated his puppy better than he had me--and another thing he told him--and that was that after to-day I was HIS son forever!" St.George had been standing at the front window with his back to them, looking out upon the blossoms.

At this last outburst he turned, and said over his shoulder: "Yes--that's true, Annie--that's what I said and what I mean.