"There is consolation for us all somewhere. Mine is not to be here. The road to heaven is sometimes long. Not here, Honora?"
The hope in him was not yet dead. She rose too and put her arms about him, drawing his head to her bosom with sudden and overpowering affection.
"Here and hereafter," she whispered, as they sat down on the bench again.
"Judy," said Anne in the shade of the trees, "is Arthur hugging Honora, or...."
"Glory be," whispered Judy with tears streaming down her face, "it's Honora that's hugging Arthur ... no, it's both o' them at wanst, thanks be to God."
And the two old ladies stole away home through the happy woods.