“It was some wedding, Mother,” was the opinion of the boy.
“Yes.” “Prettiest thing I ever seen,” said the hired girl.
“Yes, so it was,” Uncle Amos agreed. “But say, Millie, it’s dandy and moonlight. What d’you say to a little walk down the road? Or are you too tired?”
“Ach, I’m not tired.” And the two went off in the soft spring night for a stroll along the lane, Millie in her gray Mennonite dress, Uncle Amos in his plain suit of the faith. The two on the porch saw her homely face transfigured by a smile as she looked up into the countenance of the man who had brought romance into her life, then they saw Uncle Amos draw the hand of Millie through his arm and in that fashion they walked along in the moonlight, the man, contented and happy, holding the hand of the woman warmly in his grasp. To them, no less than to the youthful lovers, was given the promise of happiness and in their hearts was ringing Amanda’s and Martin’s pledge:
“Sure, I will walk with you, my lad,
As love ordains me to,--
To Heaven’s door, and through, my lad,
O I will walk with you.”