Allan Welsh bowed his head yet lower.
Winsome Charteris went over to him. His tears were falling fast on the dulled and yellowing paper.
Winsome put her hands on his shoulder.
"Is that my mother's picture?" she said, hardly knowing what she said.
Allan Welsh put his hand greedily about it, he could not let it go.
"Will you kiss me for your mother's sake?" he said.
And then, for the first time since her babyhood, Winsome
Charteris, whose name was Welsh, kissed her father.
There were tears on her mother's miniature, but through them the face of the dead Winifred seemed to smile well pleased.
"For my mother's sake!" said Winsome again, and kissed him of her own accord on the brow.
Thus Walter Skirving's message was delivered.