Lavendar said gently.
"Oh, Dr. Lavendar, tell him I love him! Will you tell him? Don't let
him forget me! Oh, don't let him quite forget me."
"He won't forget you," Dr. Lavendar said. He took both her hands, and
looked into her face. It was a long and solemn look, but it was no
longer questioning; the joy that there is in the presence of the
angels, is done with questioning.
"Helena," he said, "your Master came into the world as a little child.
Receive Him in thy heart by faith, with thanksgiving."
She looked up at him, trembling, and without words; but he understood.
A moment later he gave her his blessing; then he said cheerfully, "I
must not keep you any longer; come!" With Danny at his heels, he
walked beside her down the garden path to the coach. It had begun to
rain and the leather curtains flapped sharply in the cold wind. Jonas
had buttoned the big apron up in front of him, and it was already
shining wet; the steaming horses were pounding restlessly in the mud.
She did not look about her. With unsteady hands she pulled her veil
down; then she said faintly, "Good-by--" She hardly returned the
friendly pressure of Dr. Lavendar's hand. She was so blinded by tears
that she had stumbled into the stage before she saw the child,
buttoned up to his ears in his first greatcoat, and bubbling over with
excitement. Even when she did see him, she did not at first
understand.
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