The lovely sentiments we go about repeating! the noble deeds we do! from a little before Christmas up to, say, the end of January! why noting them down must be a comfort to you." "Yes," he admitted, "noble deeds are always a great joy to me." "They are to all of us," I said; "I love to think of all the good deeds I myself have done.

I have often thought of keeping a diary--jotting them down each day.

It would be so nice for one's children." He agreed there was an idea in this.
"That book of yours," I said, "I suppose, now, it contains all the good actions that we men and women have been doing during the last six weeks ?" It was a bulky looking volume.
Yes, he answered, they were all recorded in the book.
The Author tells of his Good Deeds.
It was more for the sake of talking of his than anything else that I kept up with him.

I did not really doubt his care and conscientiousness, but it is always pleasant to chat about one's self.

"My five shillings subscription to the _Daily Telegraph's_ Sixpenny Fund for the Unemployed--got that down all right ?" I asked him.
Yes, he replied, it was entered.
"As a matter of fact, now I come to think of it," I added, "it was ten shillings altogether.