Into that lady’s face there leapt a sudden radiance as when a clearly burning lamp is carried into a dark room. Her eyes were luminous and bright, and Easter felt that she was really seeing her at last.
“We shall all find them again,” she said almost joyously. “Everyone of us.”
“Are you sure?” Easter questioned.
“In sure and certain hope,” said the lady.
“In sure and certain hope,” Easter repeated. “I like that. You are sure?”
“Absolutely. Tell me, dear, who is it you are anxious about?”
Hand in hand they had started slowly to mount the hill.
“It’s Chris,” she said. “He plays with me a lot and we do lessons together ... and they won’t let me see him, and I want to tell him I’m sorry.”
“But why won’t they let you see him?”
“Because they’re afraid they’ll lose him—I heard that, though Raddles denied it when I asked her.”