I'm clever too and crafty, Angela.

I'll wring it from this hustling, city.

I'll fight it and beat it.

Me darlin' shall have everything she wants.

My little mother--my precious little mother." He cradled her in his strong arms and together they sat for hours and the pall of his poverty fell from them and they pictured the future rose-white and crowned with gold--a future in which there were THREE--the trinity one and undivided.
Presently she fell asleep in his arms.