"It says first, 'Your name in full.'" Doodles looked up inquiringly.
"Faith Lily." repeated its owner mechanically. Then she started across the room. "I'll get you a pen and ink," she said.
Doodles wrote with careful hand. "That's a pretty name," he commented.
"I always liked it," she smiled. "But I'm afraid my faith has been going back on me lately. I did have a good deal. I thought the Lord wouldn't let me go to the poorhouse, then it seemed as if He was going to. Only a little while ago I thought He must have forgotten me—and now this!" Her dim eyes grew big with wonder and thankfulness. "Even if I can't go, I shall be glad you tried to get me in; it will tell me I have one friend."
"The next is, 'Time and place of birth.'"
"I was born August 3, 1847, in Cloverfield, Massachusetts."
"'Name of father,'" read Doodles.
"Jonathan Seymour Lily."
There were many questions, and the boy was a slow writer. It took no little time to place all the answers. But the end of the list was finally reached without blot or smudge. Doodles surveyed his work with gratification.
"I guess I haven't made any mistake," he said, reading it over.
"Now if you can just put your name there, it will be done."