“Jennie?”
“Sir?”
“Cannot I counsel with your committee?”
“O, yes, Uncle John, do, do!” and with the words the door flew open, and Uncle John was introduced to the two boys.
After a few cheery remarks, the committee was asked not to take any action just then, but to call a meeting and talk the matter over once more, with as many present as could be induced to attend, Uncle John asking permission to be present and make any suggestion that might occur to him, remarking, with an assuring nod of his head, that the Poplar Street Pansy Society need not and should not die yet if the girls and boys would let him keep it alive.
The committee looked at each other surprised; the two boys somewhat ashamed of their part of the conference, Jennie ready to cry for joy.
That night at her bedside she said: “I thank thee, dear Lord, for hearing me in my trouble. I thank thee for sending Uncle John just at the right time.”
The boys went home in silence; but the brave girl dreamed of a good time coming.
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November, you’re almost too dull,