They were
a jolly crowd! They knew how to enjoy life, Tom told
himself. What's the good of money if you can't have a
little fun with it?
Tom had never had much money of his own, he had never
needed it or thought anything about it. Now the injustice
of it rankled in him. He had to have money. It was his.
He worked for it. He would just take it, and then if it
was missed he would tell his father and mother that he
had taken it--taking your own is not stealing--and he
would tell them so and have it out with them.
Thus the enemy sowed the tares.
CHAPTER XXI
A CRACK IN THE GRANITE
While Pearl was writing her experiences in her little
red book, Mr. and Mrs. Motherwell were in the kitchen
below reading a letter which Mr. Motherwell had just
brought from the post office. It read as follows:
BRANDON HOSPITAL, August 10th.
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Motherwell: I know it will be at least
some slight comfort for you to know that the poppies you
sent Polly reached her in time to be the very greatest
comfort to her. Her joy at seeing them and holding them
in her hands would have been your reward if you could
have seen it, and although she had been delirious up to
that time for several days, the sight of the poppies
seemed to call her mind back. She died very peacefully
and happily at daybreak this morning. She was a sweet
and lovable girl and we had all grown very fond of her,
as I am sure you did, too.
May God abundantly bless you, dear Mr.
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