The first time I returned to the dear heavenly home after my long delay on earth, as I approached the entrance, in the company of my brother Frank, we saw a tall young man standing close by the open gate, looking wistfully the way we came. As we drew near, he said in an almost pathetic voice:
"Is my mother coming?"
A closer scrutiny revealed his identity, and I exclaimed with joy, extending both hands to him, "My dear Carroll!"
He smiled a bright welcome as he extended his hands, but said wistfully, "I so hoped my mother would return with you, aunt, when you came back. Did you see her?"
"Once only, for a brief moment. She is very happy and bears her years well. She will come to you now before long, but then you know it will be forever."
"Yes, I know," he answered brightly. "I will be patient. But," he added confidentially, "I so want her to see the lovely home I myself am building for her. Will you come and see it?"
"Of course I will, gladly."
"Now?"
"Yes, if I may"; looking at my brother for his sanction.
He nodded his head pleasantly as he said: "That is right, Carroll. Have her help you in every way you can. I will leave you two together, and you will bring her to me later?"