"Give it to me!" I stormed. "Since, through all these years, it has
been held in such safe keeping, Marjorie, won't you take your locket
back again?"
She had never moved her eyes from off my face, just as I had kept mine
on hers. She moved a little forward. And--then I had her in my arms and
her cheek was next to mine, and the locket was in her hand,
and--we both of us were crying--I admit it.... Oh, yes, it was a
miracle of grace and healing, since by the grace of God the open wound
was healed. For us--for Marjorie and me--the life worth living is no
longer in the land of ghosts. We are living it now, together; dear
wife! together.
And it is universally admitted that we are the best customers Ordino's
Restaurant has. Those two young persons have been there again and again
since then, with their dolls, whom they are still instructing in the
proper manner of eating a banana. I should be afraid to estimate how
many bananas they have themselves consumed in the process of instruction.
And to think that that Christmas miracle all came about because that
child intruded herself into my apartments--actually!--with a view of
showing me how to make a fire!
In itself, was that not a miracle too?