Pippin; A Wandering Flame

Transcriber's Note: Punctuation has been corrected when it was deemed to be a printer's error.
Pippin ... breaks out into full-throated song:
Knives and scissors to grind, oh! Have 'em done to your mind, oh!
BY LAURA E. RICHARDS AUTHOR OF FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE, ELIZABETH FRY, ETC.
FRONTISPIECE
D. APPLETON AND COMPANY NEW YORK LONDON 1917
Copyright, 1917, by D. APPLETON AND COMPANY
Printed in the United States of America
TO PIPPIN WHO WILL NEVER KNOW


THE chaplain seemed to be waiting for some one. He was sitting in his office, as usual at this hour of the morning the little bare office in a corner of Shoreham State Prison, with its worn desk and stool, its chair facing the window (what tales that chair could tell, if it had power of speech!), its piles of reports and pamphlets, its bookshelf within arm's reach of the desk. (Bible, Concordance, Shakespeare, the Life of John Howard, Pickwick, the Golden Treasury ; these, thumbed and shabby, jostled the latest works on prison reform and criminology. An expressive bookshelf, as all bookshelves are.)