“What did you see?”
“The beautifullest man.”
“I heard him speak!”
“I didn’t: what did he say?”
Here answered the smallest and most childish of the voices—that of Luva:—
“He said, ‘’Ou’s all mine’s, ‘ickle ones: come along!’”
I had seen the lightning, but heard no words; Lona saw and heard with the children. A second flash came, and my eyes, though not my ears, were opened. The great quivering light was compact of angel-faces. They lamped themselves visible, and vanished.
A third flash came; its substance and radiance were human.
“I see my mother!” I cried.
“I see lots o’ mothers!” said Luva.