“In heaven they are all—all——.”
He listened for her breath.
With unexpected strength, she fastened her arms about his neck and drew herself up.
“Listen. Listen.”
She was staring through the open window to where a red spark smoldered on the edge of the sea-line——. A sighing of wind across water! From far away, whistling—a little air, happy and haunting, trilled over and over! It was like a shepherd calling.
Her lips broke into a smile. “Beloved, I hear——.”
She drooped against his breast. The whistling grew fainter. The red spark was quenched. The longest day was ended.