I never knew it till to-day. And if we
weren't so near Heaven I reckon I couldn't ever have told you."
Some time later she began to talk in a dreamy way of the Great Haven
whither they were drifting. The sun was high by then and beat in a
wonderful, dazzling glory on the pathless waters.
"There's no sun There," said Mab. "But I guess it will be very bright.
And there will be crowds and crowds along the Shore to see us come into
Port. And I'll see my little baby among them. I told you about him, Big
Bear. Finest little chap in New York City. He'll be holding out his arms
to me, just like he used. Ah! I can almost see him now. Look at his
curls. Aren't they fine? And his little angel face. There isn't anyone
like him, I guess. Everybody said he was the cutest baby in U.S. Coming,
darling! Coming!"
Mab's hands slackened from Merefleet's clasp, and suddenly she stretched
out her arms to the sky. The holiest of all earthly raptures was on her
face.
Then with a sharp sigh she came to herself and turned back to Merefleet.
A piteous little smile hovered about her quivering lips.
"I guess I've been dreaming, Big Bear," she said. "Such a dream! Oh, such
a gorgeous, heavenly dream!"
And she hid her face on his breast and burst into tears.
CHAPTER XIII
Before the sun set they were sighted by the cruiser returning to her
anchorage outside the little fishing-harbour.
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