"No, my son, I don't mind--I'm glad.

Every night of my life I thank my Maker that you are here." She raised her eyes to St.George, who stood looking down upon them both, and in a voice barely audible, an unbidden sob choking her utterance, faltered--"It's only one more proof of your goodness, St.
George." He raised his hand in protest and a faint smile crossed his face.

"Don't talk that way.

Annie." "I will--it's true.

It is a proof of your goodness.