"Hoddy!" said Ruth. "You mustn"t!"
"Nothing can change that, Dawn Pearl. Auntie has taken the nails out of my palms, but the scars will always be there."
There fell upon the three the silence of perfect understanding; and in this silence each saw a vision. To Ruth came that of the great world, her lawful lover at her side; and there would be glorious books into each of which he would unconsciously put a little of her soul along with his own, needing her always. The spinster saw herself growing warm again in the morning sunshine of youth--a flaring ember before the hearth grew cold. Spurlock"s vision was oddly of the past. He saw Enschede, making the empty sea, alone, alone, forever alone.
"Children," said the aunt, first to awake, "be young fools as long as G.o.d will permit you. And don"t worry about the six thousand, Hoddy. I"ll call it my wedding gift. There"s nothing so sad in this world as an old fool," she added.
The three of them laughed joyously.
And Rollo, who had been waiting for some encouraging sound, presented himself at the doorway. He was caked with dried muck. He was a bad dog; he knew it perfectly; but where there was laughter, there was hope. With his tongue lolling and his flea-bitten stump wagging apologetically, he glanced from face to face to see if there was any forgiveness visible. There was.
~THE END~