'
'You will speak to her, Dick. Let her hear your voice.'
'Only one may hear me. I could make her the one; but it would mean your
losing me.'
'I can't give you up, Dick.'
Mrs. Don comes in, as beautiful as ever, but a little aggrieved.
'I called to you, Robert.'
'Yes, I thought--I was just going to----'
He has come from the ingle-nook to meet her. He looks from her to Dick,
whom he sees so clearly, standing now by the fire. An awe falls upon Mr.
Don. He says her name, meaning, 'See, Grace, who is with us.'
Her eyes follow his, but she sees nothing, not even two arms
outstretched to her. 'What is it, Robert? What is the matter?'
She does not hear a voice say, 'Mother!'
'I heard you laughing, Robert; what on earth at?'
The father cannot speak.
'Now you're in a hole, father!' says a mischievous, voice.
'Can I not be told, Robert?'
'Something in the paper,' the voice whispers.
Mr. Don lifts the paper feebly, and his wife understands. 'Oh, a
newspaper joke! Please, I don't want to hear it.'
'Was it my laughing that brought you back, Grace?'
'No, that would only have made me shut my door.
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