mind.

"He's a mighty taking little chap," he said musingly. "Curly
black hair, eyes like coals - with a fringe around 'em like a
hedge. Cheeks none too round - but milk and eggs and good red
steaks will take care of that. A body like a cherubs - when
it's filled out a bit."

"What in the name of gibberish are you giving as, Red?"
inquired Macauley.

"Name's Bob," went on Red Pepper. "By all the odd chances!
That's what decided me. `Bobby Burns' - it was the last
straw!"

"Is he crazy?" asked Chester of the company. They seemed
undecided. They were listening closely.

"Clothes - one pair of patched breeches -remember `Little
Breeches,' Ches? - one faded flannel shirt - mended till
there wasn't much left to mend. A straw hat with a fringe
around it - uneven fringe. Inside - a heartache as big as a
little fellow could carry and stagger under it. Think of
having the heartache - at five and for your grandmother!"

"Why for his grandmother?" asked Winifred Chester.

"Because there wasn't anybody else to have it for. Rest all
gone, grandmother the one who attended the breeches and
patched the shirt, and went without food herself lest the