"Mary and folks," says Pippin; "seein' the Lord has dealt with us not accordin' to--I would say _my_ sins, Mary not havin' any, nor I wouldn't presume likely any of you dandy folks--what I would say--shall we praise Him in song?" He lifts his head; his voice breaks out, solemn, jubilant, triumphant. "Praise God, from Whom all blessings flow!" * * * * * Transcriber's Note: Punctuation has been corrected when it was deemed to be printer's error. 'oe' ligatures have been rewritten as non-ligatured 'oe'. End of Project Gutenberg's Pippin; A Wandering Flame, by Laura E. Richards