She reflected earnestly. And at length she said, with new eagerness in her voice, "But if you ever find your mother, and fail to know her, and she shall tell you what those trifles were—you shall know that it is she. Is it not so?"
"It is true," he said.
A rapturous smile began to illumine her face. "Trifles, dear child!" she cried. "Should you call them trifles?—One was the first song ever sung; and one was the first tale ever told——"
She paused, because he had clasped his hands together in ecstacy and seemed almost to cease to breathe.
"And one," she continued, "was the first picture; and one——" Her voice became all but inaudible, "—one was the first prayer."
His voice arose in a great shout of triumph. "You are she!" he cried "You are indeed she!"
And he reached forth and clasped her in his arms. At last they were united again.