He wrote it out to please me not long before his death.

I meant to have sent it to one of the magazines for boys, but somehow I have never done so." "What is it about, grandmother?
What is it called ?" asked the children all together, Molly adding, ecstatically clasping her hands.

"If you tell us stories, grandmother, it'll be _perfect_." "What is the little story about ?" repeated grandmother.

"I can hardly tell you what it is about, without telling the whole.

The _name_ of it--the name your uncle gave to it, was 'That Cad Sawyer.'" Ralph said nothing, but somehow he had a consciousness that grandmother did not agree with him that carrying a bundle of wood through the streets proved that "a fellow" must certainly be a cad..