He went over to her.
"Kitty, let me do this;" and she gave up the pudding-stick.

Tip stirred away.
By and by she leaned over the kettle to put in some salt, and as she sprinkled it around she caught his eager, longing look.

She nodded her head.

"I guess He heard," she said softly.
"I _know_ He did," Tip answered, his eyes very blight; in his heart he sang "_Glory!_" And the angels in heaven sang for joy; for that night there had been laid aside a white robe and a crown of gold for Kitty Lewis..