“Yes, but see—or let me see for you—it says no women or children on board.”
“Thank God for that!—And now I must go to Mother.”
“Yes, and I will go with you—but we must go with the idea of making your mother feel it is all right—that Kent is saved.”
“Yes—and I truly believe he is! I couldn’t have been as happy for the last few days as I have been if—if—Kent——” She could say no more.
Edwin held her for a moment in his arms and then called to Kizzie to look after little Mildred, who lay peacefully sleeping in her basket, blissfully ignorant of the trouble in the atmosphere.
“Look! There’s Mother coming through the garden! She knows! I can tell by the way she holds her head.”
“My children! You were coming to me. You know, then?”
“Yes, Mother! But Edwin and I think Kent is too strong and active to—to——”
“I know he is safe,” declared the intrepid mother. “I am as sure of it as though he were here in the garden of Chatsworth standing by me. One of my children could not have passed away without my being conscious of it.” She spoke in an even, clear tone and her countenance was as one inspired.
“Oh, Mother! That is what I felt, too. I could not have been so—so happy if anything awful had happened to Kent.”