"Oh, mother, mother, what does it mean?"
"That I have found one of my little boys," Janet said, and she trembled so that Lily put her arms round her and tried to hold her up.
A step rang on the gravel, a young man came round the corner of the church and stopped short on seeing strangers near the graves he came to visit. Lily, though usually very shy, was so beside herself with fright, that she called aloud to him—
"Please, please come here; mother is ill, and I am afraid she will fall!"
The stranger was at her side in a moment.
"Has she fainted? I'll carry her up to the seat in the porch, and run for water."
But Janet had not fainted, and now she steadied herself, laid her hand on his arm, and said—
"Tell me what this means, if you are Fred?" pointing to the wooden cross.
He looked at her earnestly. "Who are you?" he said. "Is my childish dream come true at last? Oh, I can tell you what those words mean! My brother lies there. We had wandered—I don't know where from. He was the elder, and—he laid down his life to save mine."
"Then you are my little Fred, and I have found both my boys," said Janet. "Child, don't you know me?"