Neither had killed the other! Neither had lost the other! The world
had been a graveyard; it was a paradise!
We stood aside in reverence. Martha Moon's eyes glowed, but she
manifested no surprise. John and I stared in utter bewilderment. The two
embraced each other, kissed and hugged and patted each other, wept and
murmured and laughed, then all at once, with one great sigh between them,
grew aware of witnesses. They were too happy to blush, yet indeed they
could not have blushed, so red were they with the fire of heaven's own
delight. Utterly unembarrassed they turned toward us--and then came a
fresh astonishment, an old and new joy together out of the treasure of
the divine house-holder: the uncle of the mirror, radiant with a joy such
as I had never before beheld upon human countenance, came straight to me,
cried; "Ah, little one!" took me in his arms, and embraced me with all
the old tenderness. Then I knew that my own old uncle was the same as
ever I had known him, the same as when I used to go to sleep in his arms.
The jubilation that followed, it is impossible for me to describe; and my
husband, who approves of all I have yet written, begs me not to attempt
an adumbration of it.
"It would be a pity," he says, "to end a won race with a tumble down at
the post!"
CHAPTER XXXIII.
HALF ONE IS ONE.
I am going to give you the whole story, but not this moment; I want to
talk a little first.
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