“Well, youngster, you had a pretty close shave,” said the doctor jovially, “but you’ll pull through all right! You feel comfortable now?” The nurse was professionally quiet. “Poor wee b’y!” murmured Morton, her eyes drenched again. The boy looked from one to another doubtfully. Suddenly remembrance dawned 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 take her place at the bedside, and Morton and the doctor went away, the doctor to step once more into the lady’s room below to see if she was feeling quite herself again after her faint. The nurse leaned over the boy with a glass and spoon. He looked at it curiously, unknowingly. It was a situation entirely outside his experience. “Why don’t you take your medicine?” asked the nurse. The boy looked at the spoon again as it approached his lips and opened them to speak. “Is—” In went the medicine and the boy nearly choked, but he understood and smiled. “A hospital?” he finished. The nurse laughed. “No, it’s only a house. They brought you in, you know, when you were hurt out on the steps. You saved the little girl’s life. Didn’t you know it?” she said kindly, her heart won by his smile. A beautiful look rewarded her. “Is de little kid—in this house?” he asked slowly, wonderingly. It was as if he had asked if he were in heaven, there was so much awe in his tone. “Oh, yes, she’s here,” answered the nurse lightly. “Perhaps they’ll bring her in to see you sometime. Her father’s very grateful. He thinks it showed wonderful courage in you to risk your life for her sake.”