He had felt a touch of the same sensation when the good old lady let him look at the pictures in her family album, and pointed to one of her baby boy; although at the time he could not fully grasp the idea that appealed so dimly to his investigating mind.
Then Deacon Winslow found his voice, though it was thick and husky when he went on to say hastily: "Yes, it does look mighty like the one you had for the boy; and we never found it again, you remember, after he--left home; so we thought he had taken it along with everything else he owned.

But wait, wife, don't jump at conclusions.

It is next to impossible that this should be the tiny chain with the plain gold pendant that you bought for our little Joel.

Surely there must have been many others like it made." Apparently, he was sorely afraid lest the bitter disappointment would follow.

The blasting of those new, wild hopes of hers might have a bad effect on the old lady.