She turned and smiled at him, her pale-blue eyes darkening with grateful love.
“Nineteen seventy-two, Jack!” she said, softly. “Do you remember——?”
His smile answered hers.
“Yes, dear. I remember——”
She checked him with a little gesture.
“Hush! Don’t speak!” she murmured, as though in awe.
They sat there, hand in hand, in silence, gazing over the lawns to where their grandchildren wandered with the lovers of their choice, in a quiet ecstasy for which they had no words. Love swelled in them, filled them with the soundless harmonies wherein Life’s discords are resolved.
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“Hush! Don’t speak!”
He opened his eyes. Betty was bending over him. Betty? He stared at her, puzzled. Where were the soft wrinkles, the gray hair? This was Betty—Betty as she used to be all that time ago. Then his consciousness readjusted itself suddenly to its environment. He gazed round on an unfamiliar bedroom where Betty moved with an air of proprietorship.