fectly sure that she did not share
Anthony's. He had never told her of his dreams. Perhaps he didn't have
any. His life was so practical and full of work, and then he was
old--oh, yes, indeed, he was older than Mrs. Martens--and Justin had
said that Sophie was too old to understand.

She found herself asking, "What were your dreams?"

"Shan't I bore you?"

"No--please----"

"Well, there was one dream which my little sister and I used to discuss
as I braided her hair at night. It was a dream that some day I should be
great. She had a different idea of greatness from mine, and we used to
argue the question. I don't think she ever wanted me to be President of
the United States or to hold high office; she wanted me to do something
which would help humanity. She used to wish that I might preach or
teach; she was such a good little thing. And I would tell her that none
of these vocations were for me; I must win fame in a different way. I
wanted to invent something which would make the world stare. Perhaps
that's the reason I took up aviation after she died. I thought I might
make some great advance on the inventions of other men. But the other
men made them first, you see, and I've just frivoled and played. Yet, as
I saw you braiding your hair, it brought back my little sister so
vividly, and I wondered what she would think of me--now."

For the first time in her life her heart was stirred by the maternal
tenderness which is the heritage of good women. Her timid hand touched
his sleeve, lightly.

"I am sure," said her little voice, unsteadily, "that if she knew you
now, she would think you were--very nice."

"You darling," he was saying in his heart, but he dared not say it with
his lips. And he went on as calmly as he could.

"I wish I could make you see my little sister as I knew her. She was
such a pale little thing, with pale gold hair, and a little narrow face,
and pale blue eyes. When I began to read Tennyson, I found my little
sister again in 'Elaine'--and do you know, I was half glad she didn't
live to grow up. Some man might have hurt her as Lancelot hurt Elaine. I
know I haven't realized her dreams for me--but I've tried to hold on a
bit to her ideal of goodness, and it has kept me from things which might
have made me less of a man----"

She was thrilled as she had never been. Justin began to loom up in her
mind's eye as the Knight of the Tender Heart--that was what Sophie had
called him. And how wonderfu