From the hall he heard a voice cry, "Welcome home, daddy!"

He turned to see his boy, changed even during the short separation--but

stronger, more beautiful, a veritable princeling--holding out his eager

little arms. And his boy, standing alone in the great hallway of the

home of their ancestors, welcomed Jim to his own. As he held the child

close to him, his eyes searched for Diana, and as the boy rained kisses

on his face, Jim said:

"Cousin Di--where is she?"

The child smiled, and, slipping down to the ground, took hold of his

father's hand and started to draw him down the corridor that led to the

garden.

"Cousin Di is waiting for you in the Fairies' Corner," said the child.

"We go there to play, you know, and listen for the fairies."

Jim did not speak, but the child prattled on as he led him across the

green grass, past the swaying, flaunting hollyhocks and the beds of

old-fashioned, fragrant flowers that lined the walks. The songs of

birds filled the air--linnet, lark, and thrush seemed carolling a

welcome to him. But Jim hardly heard what the boy said. He could see

only the waving tree-tops of the mysterious Corner in the distance.

"Cousin Di!" the child called, as he ran ahead to herald his father's

coming.

Beyond, the path and garden were bathed in strong sunlight; the heavens

were full of drifting azure clouds. Over all was the dazzling,

bewildering glory of the noonday splendor, and before Jim stood Diana, a

gracious figure, at the entrance to the enchanted spot. On her face a

tender love answered all that his eyes asked. Behind her he could see

deep into the Fairies' Corner; in there all was peaceful; only golden

cobwebs of sunlight dappled the leaves and scattered the enshrouding

gloom.

Neither Jim nor Diana spoke. The boy's attention was claimed by a

vivacious wag-tail that chirruped at his feet, then fluttered away to be

pursued by him. Once he turned to smile back a reassurance of his joy at

his father's return, but he could not see him.

Diana and Jim had entered the Fairies' Corner, and this time they heard

the flutter of wings--the wings of their love as it enfolded them in its

peace and holy joy.

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