And Jolly Roger saw in them that wonderful something which had given his storm-beaten soul a glimpse of paradise earlier that day.

They were blue, so blue that he had never seen violets like them--and he knew that in her heart there was no guile behind which she could hide the secret they were betraying.

A yearning such as had never before come into his life urged him to open his arms to her, and he knew that she would have come into them; but a still mightier will held them tense and throbbing at his side.

Her cheeks were aflame as she looked at him, and he told himself that God could not have made a lovelier thing, as she stood there in her worn dress and her ragged shoes, with that light of glory in her face, and her damp hair waving and curling about her in the last light of the day.
"I knew you'd fix him, Mister-Roger," she whispered, a great pride and faith and worship in the low thrill of her voice.

"I knew it!" Something choked Jolly Roger, and he turned to the stove and began spearing the crisp brown potatoes on the end of a fork.