She looked up at me; and I saw the thing in her face that was in the faces of all those in the Square, like believing and like hoping, more than any of us knows how--yet. “Honest?” she said. “Honest and truly?” “Honest and truly,” I told her. And I believe that. And you believe it. If only we can get it said.... End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Neighborhood Stories, by Zona Gale