the tin soldier which he had sent across, because he thought the old man was lonely; and he related the story so clearly that tears came into the eyes of the young wife for the old house and the old man. "it is very likely that this is really the same soldier," said she, "and i will take care of him, and always remember what you have told me; but some day you must show me the old man's grave."
"i don't know where it is," he replied; "no one knows. all his friends are dead; no one took care of him, and i was only a little boy."
"oh, how dreadfully 