Miss Lucy laughed—such a merry, heart-young laugh, that everybody forgot her hair was white and laughed with her.
“That’s it, Molly; that’s just it! We want to share our blessings. We will divide our skates, my dear; and we’ll begin right away. All that my little Lionel has pointed out shall certainly be done. This shall become a ‘home’ indeed; a home of busy thrift, and hard study, and joyous life, and open generosity. Towsley’s experience—of his few years, shall piece the inexperience of my many; and together, giving of each other to each other, we will make this a model, practical ‘home.’”
“Aye, aye. So you will, so you will, never fear,” assured father Johns cheerily. And so they did.
THE END.
Transcriber’s Note:
Minor changes have been made to correct typesetters’ errors; otherwise, every effort has been made to remain true to the author’s words and intent.