"Well, I'm glad you feel that way about it," replied Mr. Brown. "And I'll be glad to have you and Lucile stay with me until your uncle and aunt come back. It's well they telegraphed instead of waiting to send a letter, for the good news came more quickly. They say they just received the first letter your Uncle Bill sent, and they made haste to answer by telegraph."
"So everything is all right, is it?" asked Mart's Uncle Bill, from where he sat with a friend from the Home for the Blind.
"Yes," answered Mr. Brown. "Lucile and Mart have found their relatives, and I hope they never lose them again."
"That's fine!" cried the blind man. "This will be a jolly Christmas for everybody!"
And so it was, and no one was happier than Lucile and Mart that they had found their missing uncle and aunt.
"Oh, I can sing my last song so much more happily now!" said Lucile softly.
"And I'm going to turn three flipflops instead of one!" cried Mart.
"And I'll help you!" added Bunny Brown, and every one laughed again. It was a merry, happy, jolly time, just right for Christmas.
"Well, all ready now, children!" called Mr. Treadwell when Mr. Brown had taken his seat. "Now for the last grand chorus then the final curtain and the play will be over!"
Once more the piano played, and then the children, led by Lucile, lifted up their sweet voices in song. And it seemed to be a hymn of thanksgiving for the two children who had found their lost ones.