"And then he gave me a line to live by. A line he said that had been
written by a man who was stone blind, and hadn't anything to look forward
to all the rest of his life but groping in the dark. He said he'd not

"'Bate a jot
Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer
Right onward.'

"At first it didn't seem to mean anything to me, but he made me say it
after him as if it were a sort of promise, and I've been saying it every
day of every year since then. I'd said it to myself first, when I met
people on the street that I knew were thinking of Danny's disgrace, and I
didn't see how I was going to get up courage to pass 'em. And I said it
when I was lying on my bed at night with my heart so sore and heavy I
couldn't sleep, and after a while it did begin to put courage into me, so
that I could hope in earnest. And when I did _that,_ little lass--"

He leaned over to smile into her eyes, now full of tears, he had so
wrought upon her tender sympathies--

"When I did that, it put a rainbow around my trouble just as that prism
did around your empty holiday tree. It changed the looks of the whole
world for me.

"_That's_ what I brought you out here to tell you, Georgina. I want
to give you the same thing that your grandfather Huntingdon gave me--that
line to live by. Because troubles come to everybody. They'll come to you,
too, but I want you to know this, Baby, they can't hurt you as long as
you keep Hope at the prow, because Hope is a magic glass that makes
rainbows of our tears. Now you won't forget that, will you? Even after