''[...]now—no! not quite,'' she said, As she emptied her purse in his trembling hands. ''And if ever you're needy and want a friend, You know where to come, for your little mite Put hope in my heart and made me strive To gain the success you have seen to-night.'' Then the carriage stopped, at the old man's door, And the gas-light shone on him, standing there: And he stepped to the curb, as she rolled away, While his thin lips murmured a fervent prayer. He looked at the silver and bills and gold, And he said: ''She gives all this to me? My bread has come back a thousandfold, God bless her! God bless all such as she!'' [...]''.