O Heavenly Father, I am thankful to You, and you, too, Pete Corson! You are a good man to help me.

Now, I can go home and face my girl." Instead, Mrs.Comstock dropped suddenly.

She spread the apron across her knees.

The moths remained undisturbed.

Then her tired white head dropped, the tears she had thought forever dried gushed forth, and she sobbed for pure joy.
"Oh, I wouldn't do that now, you know!" comforted Pete.