Chapter 72

           

           Whenmorningcame,andtheycouldspeakmorecalmlyonthesubjectoftheirgrief,theyheardhowherlifehadclosed.

           Shehadbeendeadtwodays.Theywereallaboutheratthetime,knowingthattheendwasdrawingon.Shediedsoonafterdaybreak.Theyhadreadandtalkedtoherintheearlierportionofthenight,butasthehourscrepton,shesunktosleep.Theycouldtell,bywhatshefaintlyutteredinherdreams,thattheywereofherjourneyingswiththeoldman;theywereofnopainfulscenes,butofpeoplewhohadhelpedandusedthemkindly,forsheoftensaid‘Godblessyou!’withgreatfervour.Waking,sheneverwanderedinhermindbutonce,andthatwasofbeautifulmusicwhichshesaidwasintheair.Godknows.Itmayhavebeen.

           Openinghereyesatlast,fromaveryquietsleep,shebeggedthattheywouldkissheronceagain.Thatdone,sheturnedtotheoldmanwithalovelysmileuponherfacesuch,theysaid,astheyhadneverseen,andnevercouldforgetandclungwithbothherarmsabouthisneck.Theydidnotknowthatshewasdead,atfirst.

           Shehadspokenveryoftenofthetwosisters,who,shesaid,werelikedearfriendstoher.Shewishedtheycouldbetoldhowmuchshethoughtaboutthem,andhowshehadwatchedthemastheywalkedtogether,bytheriversideatnight.ShewouldliketoseepoorKit,shehadoftensaidoflate.ShewishedtherewassomebodytotakeherlovetoKit.And,eventhen,sheneverthoughtorspokeabouthim,butwithsomethingofherold,clear,merrylaugh.

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