He lay back on his pillow, wishing they would go on talking about this man who had suddenly become such a hero in his boyish eyes.

But their talk gradually drifted to the details of Mrs.Watson's last illness.

He had heard them so many times that he soon felt his eyelids slowly closing.

Then he dozed for a few minutes, awakening with a start.

They had gotten as far as the funeral now, and were discussing the sermon.