Any boy could have done the same, or any waterman about the place.

When you fell in, the person who was nearest you pulled you out, that was all.' There was something almost approaching to ferocity in his voice as he said this; and yet when Katie timidly looked up she saw that he had turned his back to the room, and that his eyes were full of tears.

He had felt that he was loved by this child, but that he was loved from a feeling of uncalled-for gratitude.

He could not stop to analyse this, to separate the sweet from the bitter; but he knew that the latter prevailed.

It is so little flattering to be loved when such love is the offspring of gratitude.