“They are up and away long ago,” said Adam. “They kissed you ere they went, and whispered, ‘Come soon.’”
“And I neither to feel nor hear them!” I murmured.
“How could you—far away in your dreary old house! You thought the dreadful place had you once more! Now go and find them.—Your parents, my child,” he added, turning to Lona, “must come and find you!”
The hour of our departure was at hand. Lona went to the couch of the mother who had slain her, and kissed her tenderly—then laid herself in her father’s arms.
“That kiss will draw her homeward, my Lona!” said Adam.
“Who were her parents?” asked Lona.
“My father,” answered Adam, “is her father also.”
She turned and laid her hand in mine.
I kneeled and humbly thanked the three for helping me to die. Lona knelt beside me, and they all breathed upon us.
“Hark! I hear the sun,” said Adam.