An hour later, as they talked in whispers, Roy said: "To think that we all escaped in battle—and he from worse danger—and now!"
"Mos' Roy, honey, I wisht yoh'd take dis heah rabbit foot in dar t' Mis' Kate! Lawsy, Mos' Roy, she gwine ter go outen her mine if she don' look out. Aunt Judy don' need dis heah foot lack what Mis' Kate do now, honey. You des go in dar an' des kinder put hit inter Mis' Kate's pocket er somewheres. Hit ain't gwine ter do her no harhm—an' mebby hit mout do'er some kine er good, kase I gwine ter gib hit to her tor keep fer all de time now."
Roy took the proffered gift quite gravely. "Thank you, aunt Judy, you were always good to us—always. I will take it in there after a while;" he said, and the heroic old soul hobbled away, happy in her supreme sacrifice.
It was night.... To Katherine it seemed that the darkness must be eternal. Yet the sun rose on the morrow, and Life took up its threads and wove on another loom.
THE END.