"Mummy!" he cried. "Mummy ... Moon!"
He swung about with a pointing finger and the woman came swiftly across the floor, knelt and put her arms around him, held him close against her. His cheek against hers, he stared up at the Moon and it was a wondrous thing, a bright and golden thing, a wonder that was shining new and fresh.
On the street outside, Stanford and Riggs stood looking up at the huge house that towered above the trees.
"She's in there now," said Stanford. "Everything's quiet so it must be all right."
Riggs said, "He was crying in the garden. He ran in terror for the house. He stopped crying about the time she must have come in."
Stanford nodded. "I was afraid we were putting it off too long, but I don't see now how we could have done it sooner. Any outside interference would have shattered the thing he tried to do. He had to really need her. Well, it's all right now. The timing was just about perfect."