Somehow they strayed back to the last Christmas, and the "songs in the night."
"Sing again," besought Granny.
Dot's birdlike voice was first to raise its clear notes. One hymn was dearer than all the rest. The music quivered a little when they came to this verse, as if tears and heart-throbs were not far off:—
"Wonderful night!
Sweet be thy rest to the weary!
Making the dull heart and dreary
Laugh with a dream of delight.
Wonderful, wonderful night!"
And then a tender silence fell over them. They clasped each other's hands softly, and the breaths had a strangled sound. Granny alive, Joe raised from the dead, Kit some day to be a famous musician!
Joe crept up to Granny, and kissed her wrinkled face. Somehow it seemed as if the furrows began to fill out.