If Pryors didn't know what we thought of them by that time, it wasn't mother's fault or mine.

As she studied things over she kept on looking.

What she saw seemed to be doing her a world of good.

Her face showed it every second plainer and plainer.

Pretty soon it began to look like she was going to come through as Amos Hurd did when he was redeemed.
Then, before my very eyes, it happened! I don't know how I ever held on to the pie or kept from shouting, "Praise the Lord!" as father does at the Meeting House when he is happiest.