spoiled your pretty gray tie.”

“Bless you! They are my tears, and it is my tie — ”

“David! He is crying — hark!”

“Helping his mother, is he? Come then, his father will comfort him.”

“Hear him. Isn’t it a sweet little cry, David?” She smiled at him from under tear-wet lashes.

“Why, bless you again! Yours was a sweet little cry.” They went in, and he bent over the odd little cradle and lifted the child tenderly from its soft nest. The wailing ceased, and the fatherhood awoke in him and laughed with joy as he held the warm little body to his heart, wherein now, he knew, lay the key of life — the complete and rounded love, God’s