What boy does not covet a watch of his own at some time or other?
"Oh, father!" he cried, "how good and kind of you! What a beauty!" The father smiled to see his son's delight, and helped to fasten the chain to his button-hole.
"You and mother are bricks!" exclaimed Charlie, feasting his eyes upon me, and half wild with delight.

"How _did_ you know I was longing to have one ?" "Were you ?" inquired the father.
"Of course I was, and you knew it.

What a swell I shall be! And it will always be sure to remind me of home." While this talk was going on I had leisure to examine my new owner.
Picture to yourselves a curly-haired, bright-eyed boy of thirteen with honest, open face, good features, and winning smile.

He is big for his age, and strongly built.

At present his form is arrayed in a brand-new suit of grey; his collar is new and his tie is new, his boots are new and his socks are new; everything is new about him, down to the very guard of his hat, and he himself is the newest and purest of all.