It was ten o'clock in the morning when I awoke, and saw my uncle sitting beside the bed.

Another sun was bright in the heavens outside: the whole world looked so calm and happy that my first impulse was to leap up and run, as was my custom, to mother's room.

Then my eyes fell on Uncle Loveday, and the whole dreadful truth came surging into my awakened brain.

I sank back with a low moan upon the pillow.
Uncle Loveday, who had been watching me, stepped to the bed and took my hand.
"Jasper, boy, are you better ?" After a short struggle with my grief, I plucked up heart to answer that I was.
"That's a brave boy.

I asked, because I have yet to tell you something.