Here in this fishermen’s camp, I had found the magazine and the ad. I looked over at the old sycamore log.
There I had asked God to help me get two hound pups. There were the pups, rolling and playing in the warm sand.
I thought of the old K. C. Baking Powder can, and the fishermen. How freely they had given their nickels and dimes.
I looked up again to the names carved in the tree. Yes, it was all there like a large puzzle.
Piece by piece, each fit perfectly until the puzzle was complete.
It could not have happened without the help of an unseen power. I stayed at the campground until dark.
I knew I had to go home but I put it off as long as I could. The crying of the pups, telling me they were hungry, made up my mind for me.
I knew the time had come for me to face my mother and father. I sacked up my dogs and waded the river.
As I came out of the bottoms, I could see the lamplight glow from the windows of our home. One of the small yellow squares darkened for an instant.
Someone had walked across the floor. I wondered who it was. I heard Daisy, our milk cow, moo.
I was thinking so hard of what I would say, it startled me for a second.
Reaching the gate to our house, I stopped. I had never thought our home very pretty, but that night it looked different.
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