His kind hands hovered over our heads for a moment.
He took us back into the yard, and locked the Green Door himself, and went into the house to see my mother. He stayed a long, long while.
Afterwards my mother came out into the garden, and kissed us both, with all her old affection. Her face was very gentle, as if she, too, had been crying.
"Where is my little son?" she asked, breathlessly.
But she had her arms around me as well as around Dick.
IX
THE HIDDEN TALENT