The old lady was lying very still. She looked extraordinarily lovely
and fragile, and a tiny smile curved the corners of her sweet old mouth,
as if she had fallen asleep in a network of happy thoughts.
She seemed so small in the big room full of furniture.
I realised as I knelt beside her how much I loved her, what an ideal she
would always be in my life.
I softly kissed her hand, kneeling there, and then I realised it held a
letter, and I caught sight of the words.
"I fall asleep happily because I leave you to another mother--little
mother Pam of the big eyes and the big heart. The child loves you,
Cheneston----"