No, don't thank me.

Good-bye." Mrs.Gwynne followed him to the door, her face flushed, her eyes aglow, a smile hovering uncertainly about her lips.

"Mr.Sleighter," she said, "the Lord sent you to us because He knew we were in need of guiding." "Ho, ho!" laughed Mr.Sleighter.

"Like that Samaritan chap in the reading, eh?
I guess you had got among thieves all right, more of 'em perhaps than you recognised too." "He sent you to us," repeated Mrs.Gwynne, offering him her hand.
"Well, I donno but that He steered me to you.

But all the same I guess the advantage is to me all right." Mr.Sleighter looked hard down the street, then turned and faced her squarely.