A Bright Light

"You, child. What do you know of Greece?"

Betsy had not understood much of what had passed, but she remembered her nursery night-light burning in a little pan of grease and she said, "It is a bright light."

Uncle Ambrose leaned back in his chair and stared at her and his jaw dropped. Then an expression of great tenderness came over his face and he said, "Child, you are right. A bright light. One of the brightest the world has known. But that you should know that, a child of your age. I am...