Poor boy, I reckon he's lied about it--but it's a blessed, blessed lie, there's such a comfort come from it.

I hope the Lord--I KNOW the Lord will forgive him, because it was such goodheartedness in him to tell it.

But I don't want to find out it's a lie.

I won't look." She put the jacket away, and stood by musing a minute.

Twice she put out her hand to take the garment again, and twice she refrained.