“Yes, darling old Sim,” she said, “I’ve been grieving. And then I think—I think I’ve been rejoicing. I’ve found Robin again, Sim.”
Presently Simpson spoke again.
“And you’ll go to bed now, dear, won’t you?” she said. “You’ll take a rest to-day.”
“No, indeed, I won’t. But I’ll take my cup of tea if you will bring it in here. And then will you make me a hot bath? Really hot, Sim, so that I scream when I move.”
Simpson patted and stroked her hand a moment longer, smiling through her tears. “You were always one for a bath fit to boil you, Miss Helen,” she said.
It had rained in the night, and the lawn shone with the moisture as the sun rose. In the sky was “the bright shining after rain.”
THE END