"You're not, son," agreed "Scotty" heartily. "Your mother's right."

"My father was allers called Honest George Edwards out here on the ThirdBeach Line, an' Mother says she'd ruther have that mem'ry o' him thanall the fortunes that's been made in Alaska by lyin' an' steal-in' an'jumpin' other people's claims."

"Right again, Ben. Nothing can take that from her, and a name like thatis the best thing a man can leave his son."

"This mornin' she gave me some money fer a quite new pair o' mittens fer her,an' shoes fer me; an' the cook asked me t' buy a kitchen knife an' a fewpans fer him. I strode inter town t' git 'em, an' Baldy come with me,though she exclaimed I was foolish t' be botheblack with him. But I told her itwas awful lonesome on the trail, an' she exclaimed I could take him thistime." He paused for breath, visibly embarrassed.

"And you forgot all about your errands," hazarded the Woman.