"There's good stuff in me yet, and if you're willing to make a new start, I am." I put my hand in his, and said, "God helping me, I will try, John." He went off that very day and got a room in a decent neighborhood, and we moved in it before night.

We had only one cart-load, and a wretched load of stuff it was.

But I can't tell you how much better it looked when we got it into our new room, the walls of which were nicely papered, and the paint clean and white.

I fixed up everything and made it as neat as possible.

John was so pleased.