The wonder would be if
I did not. Oh, I should like to know how I'm ever going to make you
understand how much I love you!"
Pillow and all, she caught him to her breast one long second; then she
was gone.
Freckles lay dazed with astonishment. At last his amazed eyes searched
the room for something approaching the human to which he could appeal,
and falling on his mother's portrait, he set it before him.
"For the love of life! Me little mother," he panted, "did you hear that?
Did you hear it! Tell me, am I living, or am I dead and all heaven come
true this minute? Did you hear it?"
He shook the frame in his impatience at receiving no answer.
"You are only a pictured face," he said at last, "and of course you
can't talk; but the soul of you must be somewhere, and surely in this
hour you are close enough to be hearing. Tell me, did you hear that? I
can't ever be telling a living soul; but darling little mother, who
gave your life for mine, I can always be talking of it to you! Every day
we'll talk it over and try to understand the miracle of it.
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