Bertie

Every agreement he struck with Bertie was dishonoured, and it bothered him, and he would talk about it.

"Mamma, please take Bertie," said the little one, holding up the dimpled hands.

Bertie was crying too, and he had gone quite white with the fright that he got when he saw little May fall down.

When my little Queen heard Bertie being blamed she grew very quiet all at once.

Whatever Bertie Rivers undertook to do he certainly did with all his heart, and that was the true secret of his happiness.

Bertie cried one wet afternoon, when they were all gathered round the fire in Mrs. Clair's old-fashioned parlour.