There was to have been some more of it; but there, they’re in each other’s arms, and one has suffered so with them one cannot any more go on. One’s suffered so! One has looked backward with her. The heart must break but for a forward glimpse:—

They’re all right now. Huggo’s in Canada. He writes every week. They’re all right now. That other Rosalie that they brought in is looking after them. She’s looking after them, that elf, that sprite, that tricksy scrap, that sunshine thing. She calls Harry father and Rosalie she calls mother. She has all her meals with them. There’s no nurse. It’s breakfast she loves best. She’s on the itch all breakfast. When breakfast’s done she’s off her chair and hopping. She trumpets in her tiny voice, “Lessons! Lessons!” She trumpets in her tiny voice, “Lessons, lessons! On mother’s knee! On mother’s knee!”

THE END