So, as he was looking for a nondescript boy in knickers and jacket and cap and heavy boots, it was little wonder that he looked in vain among the crowd of travellers who poured out of the big train on the Junction platform, and he was proportionately surprised when a young lady with red-brown hair and a sweet face touched him on the arm. "Do you happen to be Mr. Jim Adams?" she asked in her soft, pretty voice. Jim gasped as he looked down at her, and saw the child she was holding by the hand. A child in petticoats, almost a baby it seemed to him, with a little black kilted frock and sailor coat, and a big white hat with a black ribbon, and underneath it, golden curls and the sweetest little face he had ever seen since last he saw his sister Nellie's face! He knew it in a moment, and his heart went out to the child with an intensity of love that astonished even himself, and an awful sort of choke came into his throat as he stooped and lifted Nellie's child in his arms. "Hullo! little chap! I'm Uncle Jim," he said. Harry looked at him approvingly. "I'm going to live along with you!" he said. "Mother's gone away," he added mournfully. The clasp of Jim's arms tightened on the little fellow. "I'm going to look after you now," he whispered. Then he remembered Denys's presence and he turned to her. "Thank you for bringing him up, Miss. They say as you was very kind to my poor sister, and I thank you for that too. I'll do my best by the little chap." "There was one thing," said Denys, hesitatingly. It did not seem so easy to say as she had thought. The handsome, tall young workman before her took away her breath somewhat, and she wished she had written what Nellie Lyon had particularly asked her to impress upon Jim. "Yes, Miss," said Jim wonderingly. "She wanted him to be brought up an abstainer," explained Denys, "as she and you were brought up." Jim's eyes dropped. "Yes," he said after a moment, "Yes, he shall, and so shall my own baby! I'll give 'em all the chance I can to start right. I've been trying to do without anything myself for this two months," he added, with a shy little laugh. "I'm glad of that--we were all brought up so," said Denys, heartily, "now Mr. Adams, I may come and see Harry if I am in Mixham any time, mayn't I? He's such a dear, lovable little chap." "That you may, Miss! any time," cried Jim earnestly, "and I thank you once again, and I'll do my best--every way." He strode off with Harry still in his arms, well pleased with his new possession, and turned his steps towards home. But as he drew nearer to his own door, his speed slackened. What sort of a welcome would Jane give him--and the child? He had the sense to put him down and let him walk into his new home, and so, hand in hand, the big uncle and the little nephew presented themselves before Jane. She looked at the pair for a moment in silence, and then burst into a loud, ironical laugh.