"I know!" cried Molly eagerly. "The very thing that first brought him here. Dear little Towsley wants to _divide his skates_!"
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," a.s.sured father Johns cheerily. And so they did.
THE END.