They stood there together in silence a few moments, watching the two
romping boys, who played on, unconscious of an audience.

"What a rare, unselfish disposition that little 'Big Brother' has!"
Mr. Estel said presently. "It shows itself even in their play." Then
he added warmly, turning to his wife, "Dora, it would be downright
cruel to send him away from that little chap."

He paused a moment. "We used to find our greatest pleasure in making
Dorothy happy. We lavished everything on her. Now we can never do
anything more for her."

There was another long pause, while he turned his head away and looked
out of the window.

"Think what a lifelong happiness it is in our power to give those
children! Dora, can't we make room for both of them for her sake?"

Mrs. Estel hesitated, then laid both her hands in his, bravely smiling
back her tears. "Yes, I'll try," she said, "for little Dorothy's
sake."

That night, as Steven undressed Robin and tucked him up snugly in the
little white bed, he felt that nothing could add to his great
happiness. He sat beside him humming an old tune their mother had
often sung to them, in the New Jersey home so far away.

The blue eyes closed, but still he kept on humming softly to himself,
"Oh, happy day! happy day!"