They sit and talk.
'George and I are going into business together,' says Saul. 'We shall start a little shop of our own.'
'And stop at home,' remarks Mrs. Naldret, 'and be contented.'
'Yes,' replies George, 'on bread-and-cheese and kisses. I shall be able to buy my pots and pans now.'
Somehow or other George has come into possession of the little silk purse again.
'Bessie!' exclaims Mrs. Naldret 'My dream that I told you last year'll come true!'
The maid blushes. She is dreaming happily now. So are they all indeed. Old Ben hopes that they will not wake up presently.
Silence falls upon them. And in the midst of the silence, the sounds of music steal to their ears, and they gaze at each other with earnest grateful eyes. It is the waits playing 'Home, sweet Home.'
'Do you remember, George?' says Bessie, with a tender clasp.
Softly, sweetly, proceeds the hymn of Home. The air is filled with harmony and prayer.