“She set us to work!” Mary-Clare went on. “She is the most wonderful woman I ever knew.”
“She must be!”
Slower and slower the two walked down the trail. They were clutching the few golden moments.
It was quite dark when they came to the yellow house. The door was wide open, the heart of the little home lay bare to the passer-by.
Jan-an was on her knees by the hearth, puffing to life the kindlings she had lighted. Larry’s chair was drawn close and upon its arm Noreen was perched.
“They always leave it so for me,” Mary-Clare whispered. “You see how everything is?”
“Yes, I see, Mary-Clare.”
Northrup reached forth and drew the small clasped hands into his own!––then he bent and kissed them.
“I see, I see.”