The Lost Thimble

“One day I lost my silver thimble, a gift from my mother when I was a young girl. I prized it very highly, I looked everywhere, long and faithfully. The tears would come, at the best, it had been so long a constant companion. I gave up the search after a while, thinking some one had taken it,, or a child had lost it — any way, it was gone. Feeling sad over it, I sat down to console myself, and the thought came — pray about it; so I did, and while I knelt there something whispered, ‘Look on the bed,’ so plainly that I arose and went into my sister’s sleeping-room where I had turned the spread aside, and there nestled, in a fold of the quilt, my thimble, I involuntarily said, Thank God! ’ out of the depths of my glad heart. I had lain down a moment on this bed with baby Ernest, early in the morning, and the thimble had fallen out of my pocket.”