They were, indeed, to see her sooner than they knew—in dreamland.
Zeb now retired discreetly to the foot of the bed.
After a little silence Sue put her arms about her brother's neck and pressed him close.
"Wisht I was in heaven," she said, drowsily, with a little cry of complaint.
"Why?"
"So I could see my mother."
"She's way up a Trillion miles beyond where the hawks fly," said the boy, as he gaped wearily.
Thereafter the room was silent, save for the muffled barking of Zeb in his slumber. He, too, was dreaming, no doubt, of things far away.