One day he was very angry, and his hand was lifted in anger against her.

The trouble was that she had torn in two his favorite picture of elephants in his animal book.  The little girl was quite unaware of the mischief her chubby fingers had wrought, but she knew very well by the look of Master Sunshine’s overcast face that in some way she had displeased him.

So, pursing up her lips in a smile not unlike his own sunshiny one, she lisped, in funny imitation of her mother,—­

“Never mind, Suns’ine, little sister’s sorry;” and, strange to say, at her words the angry passion left him, and tears of shame stood in his blue eyes.

“Of course,” he said afterwards, in telling the story to his mother, “I know that Lucy didn’t know the sense of what she was saying, but she did seem to know how to get at the “sensibliness” of me.  Just imagine, mother, how bad we would all have felt if I had struck my own dear sister that God sent us to take care of!”

And that was so like Master Sunshine.  He never willingly gave pain to any living creature; and although he was sometimes careless and forgetful, just like other boys, yet he was never known to be wilfully unkind.

He loved his mother very dearly too, and perhaps it was from her gentle ways that he had learned to be so thoughtful for others.  He told her all his joys, and all his secrets save one; and he dearly loved the bedtime hour, when she read to him the stories that he most admired,—­stories of brave deeds were the kind he was always asking for.  But neither of them ever dreamed that the quiet bedtime hours were teaching him to be a hero.

It did not seem possible that an eight-year-old boy could be a hero such as one reads of in books.

Of course, he was going to do great things when he was a man.  He meant to make a great fortune, of which half was to be his mother’s; and if she chose to spend it on churches and missionaries and schools, so much the better.

He was sure she would rather do this than buy herself handsome dresses and diamond rings and ruby necklaces; and he was quite certain that, when she wore her gray gown and her gray bonnet, with the purple violets tucked under the brim, that she was the most beautiful lady in the world.

His own share of the fortune he planned to spend in many ways.  He promised himself, among other things, that he would put up a fountain in the village, where tired people and thirsty horses and cows and dogs and birds would come for a drink.  “I’d have a text on it too,” he would say, with his eyes shining with excitement.  “It should be, ‘I was thirsty, and ye gave me drink.’  And of course ‘I’ would mean the Lord; for the Bible tells us how kind he was to all helpless things, and I think he would be pleased to have all the animals tended to as well as the thirsty people.  I wish I could be a man now, and they would not have to go thirsty any longer.”