"Take your needle, my child, and work at your pattern,--it will come out a rose by and by.
Life is like that, Myrtle, one stitch at a time, taken patiently, and the pattern will come out all right like the embroidery.

You can trust me.

Good-by, my dear." "Let her finish the slippers," the old man said to himself as he trudged home, "and make 'em big enough for Father Pemberton.

He shall have his feet in 'em yet, or my name is n't Byles Gridley!".