“Show us a picture,” said the boy. “Tell us where to look.”

“Ah! It wants my eyes, Charley.”

“Cut away then, and tell us what your eyes make of it.”

“Why, there are you and me, Charley, when you were quite a baby that never knew a mother⁠—”

“Don’t go saying I never knew a mother,” interposed the boy, “for I knew a little sister that was sister and mother both.”

The girl laughed delightedly, and her eyes filled with pleasant tears, as he put both his arms round her waist and so held her.