It was a stroke of master play. His gentleness, following immediately upon his severity, burst the dam. His words were an "Open Sesame" to the leaky floodgates I had held so tightly closed. I hung my head and the huge throng of tears broke forth. Wo-ho, what a cascade! My eyes overflowed with salt tears and my nose wanted wiping. Oh, waly, waly. Radley seemed indisposed to let go of my left hand, so I was compelled to search for my handkerchief with my right. After sounding the depths of four pockets, I found it, a singularly dirty one, in the fifth. And, while great internal sobs shook my frame with the regularity of minute-guns, Radley spoke so nicely that I determined I would be everything he wanted, a really beautiful character--always providing that it didn't interfere with my war with Fillet. For one day--one great and distant day--I would terribly overthrow that little old pantaloon. "Now, Ray, we must get someone to dictate a few of these lines to you." I looked up and smiled. "Thank you very much, sir," and I unconsciously pressed his hand. "Doe is your friend. We'll test his metal and see whether he thinks friendship is something more than getting into scrapes together." He touched a bell. "I'll send for him." I gave a sudden shiver. Doe was out in the world with Freedham, probably without an "exeat," and certainly without a hat. I began to wonder whether by a dramatic _denouement_ I was to be the cause of Doe's capture. "You rang, sir?" inquired the manservant. "Yes; find Master Doe. He's in the house." "Yes, sir." The door closed, and it was too late. Too late for what? I was sure I didn't know, for there was nothing I could have done to prevent the search for Doe. Late emotion had left, I suppose, my imagination in an overwrought state. And I had reason to wonder if I was moving in a dream, when, after a knock at the door, Doe walked in, his eyes sparkling at having been sent for by the object of his worship. "Now, Doe," began Radley, with a smile-- "This life's mostly froth and bubble. Two things stand like stone: Kindness in another's trouble, Courage in your own. Ray's just got a thousand lines of Cicero. But he understands all about 'courage in your own,' and you understand all about 'kindness in another's trouble.'" "Yes, sir," agreed Doe, a bit bewildered, but instantly prepared to live up to this noble reputation. "Well, what do you say to dictating some of the lines to him?" "Rather, sir. I'll dictate them.... Besides, sir," he added, as if this explained everything, "Ray and I are twins." Sec.2