It was only so like a cad to go carrying wood about like that," said Ralph.
"Ralph," said grandmother suddenly.

"You never saw your uncle Jack, of course; has your father ever told you about him ?" Ralph's face lighted up.

"Uncle Jack who was killed in the Crimea ?" he said, lowering his voice a little.

"Yes, papa has told me how brave he was." "Brave, and gentle, and good," said grandmother, softly.

"Some day, Ralph, I will read you a little adventure of his.