came to the old oak under which Crispin had stood when he had first known that he loved Hildegarde. He stopped her there and kissed her. He kissed her again before they entered the warm little house. Life was wonderful. Everything was wonderful!
They opened the door and went in.
"Where have you been?" the old aunts asked them.
And Hildegarde said, "In heaven"—and opened her arms to them.
The End
