"Dear little Miles, dear little Miles, if you KNEW how I want to help you! It's only that, it's nothing but that, and I'd rather die than give you a pain or do you a wrong-- I'd rather die than hurt a hair of you. Our action now will be freer from mere partisan consideration than if the question of tariff revision was postponed until the regular session of Congress. * * Stephen's mother and his brother and one of his cousins waited at the corner of quiet Foster Place while he and his father went up the steps and along the colonnade where the Highland sentry was parading. How pale the light was at the window! But that was nice.