She raised her head and gazed into the fire, and then closed her eyes.
“He’ll be here in time. He won’t leave me at the end of the road alone. I’m there now, Peter. Yes. I do see you. It’s all right now.”
Her head began to droop down, little by little, onto her breast; and as it was sinking, sinking, a new voice sounded in the room, and it said:
“I believe it is, brother, I believe it is.”
“You’re always right, brother,” said another voice.
“Have you got the May-dew?” said the first voice.
“Right here, in the little bottle.”
“Then pour it out in my hand.”
It was Malkin and Nibby, the gnomes, and brother Nibby was holding out a little bottle filled with what looked like water. He poured out a little into the hollow of brother Malkin’s hand. Brother Malkin rubbed it gently on the old lady’s cheek.