Then he looked across at the lamp and saw Mary's eyes on his face. Hisface flushed and he looked away down the garden. After a minute he asked,\"You mustn't talk to people about it, Mary. Yours is the only secret.\"
\"I'm sorry for Miss Mary, old chap,\" he said. \"I don't want her to haveto sleep when she's cold. I won't tell. I promise. I don't meanyours. It'll all be wonderful, just the same. It would be nice tohave the grown-ups think that we all slept through it in the garden.We might go down to the beach and watch the ships come in one dayand all the people talking and talking at the same time. Wonder whatthey'll be talking about. A new ride!... Why don't you tell MesterMary you have secret hopes of one day being the hero? She'd like that,and you'd have to step out of being her friend.\"\"You're the Hero-her-friend as matters of fact,\" said Colin. \"You've donemore heroic things than any lad I've known. I've often wonderedwhether you'll be the hero I'm going to be. It's as good a place asany for a boy of my class to be. I wish I didn't think of myself offally. But I do. We don't call heroes in the bank....\" 7211a4ac4a