I’ll stay with you till — till — as long as you want me.”

“Oh!” Cissy put her thin arms about Valancy’s neck. “Oh — will you? It’s been so — lonely. I can wait on myself — but it’s been solonely. It — would just be like — heaven — to have some one here — like you. You were always — so sweet to me — long ago.”

Valancy held Cissy close. She was suddenly happy. Here was some one who needed her — some one she could help. She was no longer a superfluity. Old things had passed away; everything had become new.

“Most things are predestinated, but some are just darn sheer luck,” said Roaring Abel, complacently smoking his pipe in the corner.