"Oh, Miss Snowbird," he said, "don't I look why I came? Do I have to say
it?"
He looked and she looked. And their feet were getting colder every
moment and their hearts warmer. Then G. G. laughed aloud--bright, sudden
music in the forest. Snow, balanced to the fineness of a hair, fell
from the bowed limbs of trees. Then there was such stillness as may be
in Paradise when souls go up to the throne to be forgiven. Then, far
off, one dog that thought he was a hound began to yap and thought he was
belling; but still G. G. looked into the snowbird's eyes and she into
his, deeper and deeper, until neither had any secret of soul from the
other. So, upon an altar cloth, two wax candles burn side by side, with
clear, pure light.
Cynthia had been well brought up, but she came of rich, impatient stock,
and never until the present moment had she thought very seriously about
God. Now, however, when she saw the tenderness there was in G. G.'s eyes
and the smile of serene joyousness that was upon his lips, she
remembered the saying that God has made man--and boys--in His image--and
understood what it meant.