But you don't dare think Leon took it! He never did! Why, he's yours! Yours and mother's!" Father lifted his head and reached out his arms.
"You blessing!" he said.

"You blessing from the Lord!" Then he gave me a cold, stiff kiss on the forehead, went to mother, took her arm, and said: "Come, mommy, let's go and tell the Lord about it, and then we'll try to make some plan.

Perhaps Laddie will be back with word soon." But he almost had to carry her.

Then we could hear him praying, and he was so anxious, and he made it so earnest it sounded exactly like the Lord was in our room and father was talking right to His face.

I tried to think, and this is what I thought: as father left the room, he looked exactly as I had seen Mr.Pryor more than once, and my mother had both hands gripped over her heart, and she said we must not let any one know.