"I see, aunt," said Walter, sadly and thoughtfully.  "Yes, they called him mean, and shabby, and selfish, and frowned and scowled at him, when all the while he was most nobly denying himself, and bearing all that trouble that he might help those who were dearer to him than his good name with his schoolfellows.  Ay, I see it all; and it's just a case in point.  That's just what I've been doing to my own dear noble brother, who has been sacrificing himself that he might help poor Julia and her little ones.  And it has been worse in my case, because those Bluecoat boys had perhaps no particular reason to think well of the other chap before they found out what he had been driving at, and so it was natural enough that they should suspect him.  But it's been exactly the reverse with me.  I've had no reason to suspect Amos of anything but goodness. All the baseness and meanness have been on my own part; and yet here I've been judging him, and thinking the worst of him, and behaving myself like a regular African gorilla to him.--Dear Amos, can you really forgive me?"