"After a while, as I stood at the window, I heard the mother say: 'Darling, dear father has not come home.'
"'Oh,' said Fairy's contented little voice; asking no questions.
"'Darling,' insisted the quiet tones of the mother, 'dear father has gone to be with Jesus.'
"I looked round. The baby-face was earnest and thoughtful. She lifted great questioning eyes to her mother.
"'Oh,' she said. 'Did Jesus want him?'
"'Yes,' said the sweet voice, controlling a sudden tremor. 'Jesus wanted him. So we have lost dear father, darling.'
"Then Fairy knelt up on her mother's knee, and put both little arms round her mother's neck, with a movement of unspeakable tenderness.
"'But we've gotted each uvver, Mummie,' she said.
"Oh, David, we've gotted each other! It seemed just everything to that little heart. And I believe it was everything to the mother, too.