upon him and comprehension entered his glance. He looked about the room and
toward the door. There was question in his eyes that turned on the doctor
but his lips formed no words. He looked at Morton, and knew her for the
nurse of his baby. Suddenly he smiled, and that smile seemed to light up
the whole room, and filled the heart of Morton with joy unspeakable. It
seemed to her it was the smile of her own lost baby come back to shine upon
her. The tears welled, up and the blue lakes ran over. The boy's face was
most lovely when he smiled.

"Where is--de little kid?" It was Morton whose face he searched anxiously
as he framed the eager question, and the woman's intuition taught her how
to answer.

"She's safe in her own wee crib takin' her morning nap. She's just new
over," answered the woman reassuringly.

Still the eyes were not satisfied.

"Did she"--he began slowly--"get--hurted?"

"No, my bairnie, she's all safe and sound as ever. It was your own self
that saved her life."

The boy's face lit up and he turned from one to another contentedly. His
smile said: "Then I'm glad." But not a word spoke his shy lips.

"You're a hero, kid!" said the doctor huskily. But the boy knew little
about heroes and did not comprehend.

The nurse by this time had donned her uniform and rattled up starchily to