on the Father, "I told the dear two o' ye the story o'
Edith Cavell. And ye thought that story grand, which it is. But t'day
I'm tellin' ye another--one which, in its way, is equally grand. But
this time the story's about a man--a wonderful man, gallant and brave,
that ye'll love from this hour on."

"Please, what does he look like?" asked Johnnie, wanting a definite
picture in his mind.

"A proper question!--And, see! The old gentleman's asleep again! Good!
Wheel him a mite away, would ye mind, Miss Narcissa? He'll dream a bit
better if he isn't under me voice. Thanks!--Well, then, first o' all,
I'll have ye take note o' this man's general appearance, like. He was
young, as men go, bein' only thirty-one; though"--with a laugh and a
shake of the head--"ye think him fairly old, don't ye? Ha! But the
day'll come when thirty-one'll seem t' ye like a baby right out o' the
cradle! Yes, indeed!--But t' go back t' the man: thirty-one he was----"

"Was?" inquired Johnnie. "Is he dead? Or--or maybe now he's thirty-two?"

"He'll be thirty-one," said Father Pat, "to the very end o' time. For he
is dead, lad dear, though God knows I wish I could tell ye otherwise,
but we'll not be questionin' His mercy nor His judgment. And when all is
said and done, his brave death is somethin' t' give thanks for, as ye'll
admit fast enough when ye've heard.--Well, thirty-one, he was, and about
me own height. But not me weight. No, he was a lighter-weighing man. He
had sandyish hair, this gentleman, and a smooth face. His eyes were
gray-and-blue. And from what I hear about him, he smiled a good deal,
and was friendly t' ev'rybody, with a nice word and cheery how-dy-do.
His skin was high-colored like, and his chin was solid and square, and
he had a fine straight nose, and--but have ye got it all?"

"Yes, sir!" Johnnie scarcely remembered that any one else was with them.
"Slim, and light-haired (like me), and no whiskers, and kind of gray
eyes, and all his face nice. But I can't see it _'xac'ly_ as I'd like
t', 'cause maybe what I see and what he looked like ain't just the
same."

"In that case," replied the Father, "it's a good thing, I'm thinkin',
that I brought along a photograph!"

There it was in his hand. He held it (small and round, it was) cupped by
a big palm; and Johnnie, leaning forward, studied the pictured
countenance carefully. "That's right," went on the priest; "look at it
close--close!"

"I--I like him," Johnnie said, after