Little Stephen sat up, put his arms round her neck, and whispered—
"Don't forget the two grandchildren, Audrey; you'll keep them nice, won't you? Good-bye!"
When Audrey had gone, he seemed to be sleeping again, and his father and Aunt Cordelia sat quite still, fearing to disturb him.
It must have been more than two hours after this, that he stirred again.
"What is it, Stephen?" asked his father. "What is it, my dear little lad?"
"The graves—" said Stephen. "I never looked out to-night; take me to look at them, father."
His father lifted him very gently and tenderly, and carried him to the window.
It was full moon, and the churchyard was filled with the pale silvery light. The grave of the two grandchildren was bathed in the moonlight; and the child lay in his father's arms for a long time, looking at it.
Then he suddenly raised his head, and said, with a cry of gladness—
"Father, the angels have come! I can see them to-night."