Pure Religion Is Visiting the Fatherless and Widows in Their Affliction
"Ah, yes, yes, boys, meself and Molly'd live a long, long while on that. But ye'll not do it for us."
"Yes, we will."
"Ah, it's too much."
"No, no," cried Sam, "we've got to do it, Uncle Israel, for we six have sworn to help you through the winter. So spunk up."
"D'ye mean that?" uttered the old man, clasping his thin, tremulous hands.
"We do," they all answered, and then Sam added, "and while one of us lives, you shall not suffer the want of what one of us can give."
A moment the old man bowed his snow-white head, and then while the big tears streamed down his face, he raised his eyes and murmured:—