going to be taken care of before the heathen."
"But how'll we get the extra dollars?" asked Brother Wilkins, helplessly.
"I'll manage," replied Jason's mother, her gentle voice a little louder than usual.
"Then let us eat supper," said Jason's father, clearing his throat for grace.
Jason's mother sold a girlhood treasure, a little silver-tipped hair-pin, to the storekeeper's wife, the following Monday, for two dollars, and the jubilant Jason exchanged the single bills for a single note. The note was cut in two and sent in separate letters to New York, this being the before the war method of safeguarding loss of money in the mail. There was a period of several weeks of waiting during which Jason met every mail. Then a third letter was sent by Jason's mother, asking why the delay, and telling Jason's little story.
Jason met the return packet, his heart now
