“I’ll do it!”
“Do it at once, then,” said Mr. Wheaton. “Put on your coat and go over
to the mills and get the baby. It will be an angel in your house, that
will help and bless you in every hour of temptation. Go at once. God
has opened for you this way of safety, and if you walk therein, all
will be well.”
He did walk therein, and all _was_ well. Mr. Wheaton’s prophesy was
fulfilled. In less than two years, the journeyman had his own roof over
his head, and it covered a happy home.