The Captain had many friends who knew of the sad estrangement between
his wife and her father. Some of them were in church the next day, which
was Christmas Day, when the Captain's wife came in. They would have hid
their faces, but for the startling sight that met the gaze of the
congregation. The old grandfather walked into church abreast of the
Captain.
"They've met in the porch," whispered one under the shelter of his hat.
"They can't quarrel publicly in a place of worship," said another,
turning pale.
"She's gone into his seat," cried a girl in a shrill whisper.
"And the children after her," added her sister, incautiously aloud.
There was now no doubt about the matter. The old man in his blue cloak
stood for a few moments politely disputing the question of precedence
with his handsome son-in-law. Then the Captain bowed and passed in, and
the old man followed him.
By the time that the service was ended everybody knew of the happy
peacemaking, and was glad. One old friend after another came up with
blessings and good wishes. This was a proper Christmas, indeed, they
said. There was a general rejoicing.
But only the grandfather and his children knew that it was hatched from
"The Peace Egg."