He smiled and nodded to the child, and the child nodded to him, and waved his hand, and the man went on, carrying the smile warm at his heart, and took up the burden of life again.
Now it was evening. The child was weary. His head drooped on his bosom, and his eyes closed. Then his mother came, and lifted him from his chair, and laid him in his little bed.
"God bless him!" she said softly. "He has had a happy day, for he is smiling even in his sleep."
AT LONG LAST
"Heart-of-mine, are you come at last?"
"At long, long last, Beloved!"