Uncle Stephen looked from one to another of the four men around him, and saw the assenting smiles upon their faces—a bit shame-faced, perhaps, yet genuine. Samuel Kingsley rose to his feet. "I could make my speech now," he said, with a happy laugh, his hands shoved well down into his pockets, where they jingled some loose change there in a boyish fashion. "But I don’t want to. I’m only going to say that as long as I have a brother in the world like Stephen Kingsley I’m coming to see him as often as he’ll have me. And the more of you boys I meet here the better I’ll be pleased—particularly if the boy I meet here happens to be—" he glanced, smiling, across the little circle—"my brother Syl!" "Hear, hear!" answered Sylvester Kingsley’s deep voice. So, to Stephen Kingsley’s intense delight, "_Brotherly House_" it was—and has been ever since. THE END THE COUNTRY LIFE PRESS GARDEN CITY, N.Y. [Illustration: Printer logo, sample page]