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306 couldn’t be kinder, nor more truthful and straight. Sometimes he strikes me all over again, as if I’d just met him! He’s a splendid boy, honestly,” she said.

“When I was here before, I mean when I first came here, your father used to say that Win would grow up to be the kind of man that never seems to do anything in particular, but which quietly fills a big place in the community. Win was but a little lad then, yet his half-brother was perfectly right about him. We all think that a great man is one with great talents, or who achieves great deeds, but, after all, if one who has a great heart, a great conscience, great truth, great steadfastness, great loyalty, isn’t a great man, I wonder who is? And Win has all these things,” said Mrs. Garden.

“Why, madrina, how nice!” cried Mary, delighted. “I never had the least idea that you cared so much about Win.”

“Win didn’t care so much about me, Mary, when I came home,” said Mrs. Garden, with a smile. “He had been devoted to me when I lived here, but he could not forgive me for leaving you for my beloved work in the world. I don’t blame him; he could not understand what slight excuse there was for it. I see now that its