"But Aunt Avery says it's only because we are too little to understand.

Won't you begin and pray again?
It does make a difference even though we can't see it." "I can't," said Piers.

And then with swift compunction he kissed her face of disappointment.

"Never mind, my queen! Don't you bother your little head about me! I shall rub along all right even if I don't come out on top." "But I want you to be happy," said Jeanie.

"I wish I could help you, Piers,--dear Piers." "You do help me," said Piers.
There came the sound of voices on the stairs, and he got up.
Jeanie looked up at him wistfully.