Slowly she approached the couch of the sufferer, tenderly she reached down to enfold him.

In some manner, which Merton could not divine, the lovers had been reunited.
The New York girl was followed by her father--it would seem they had both come from the hotel--and the father, after giving an order for more of Mother's grape juice, examined the son's patents.

Two of them he exclaimed with delight over, and at once paid the boy a huge roll of bills for a tenth interest in them.
Now came the grasping man who held the mortgage and who had counted upon driving the family into the streets this stormy Christmas eve.

He was overwhelmed with confusion when his money was paid from an ample hoard, and slunk, shame-faced, out into the night.

It could be seen that Christmas day would dawn bright and happy for the little group.
To Merton's eye there was but one discord in this finale.