your telling. You MUST be in the habit of fighting
with the other boys."

"Except the little ones," admitted Johnny.

To Johnny's wild astonishment, Aunt Janet seized
him by the shoulders and looked him in the eyes
with a look of adoration and immense approval.
"Thank goodness," said she, "at last there is going
to be a fighter in the Trumbull family. Your uncle
would never fight, and your father would not. Your
grandfather would. Your uncle and your father are
good men, though; you must try to be like them,
Johnny."

"Yes, ma'am," replied Johnny, bewildered.

"I think they would be called better men than
your grandfather and my father," said Aunt Janet.

"Yes, ma'am."

"I think it is time for you to have your grand-
father's watch," said Aunt Janet. "I think you are
man enough to take care of it." Aunt Janet had
all the time been holding a black leather case. Now
she opened it, and Johnny saw the great gold watch
which he had seen many times before and had always
understood was to be his some day, when he was a
man. "Here," said Aunt Janet. "Take good care