There she stood, solemn and sweet.

While I drew near she laid down the child upon the cushioned seat from which she had risen.

She stretched out her arms and flung them about me.

She embraced me and I embraced her in a rapture of reunion.

Then turning she lifted up the child, it was a girl, for me to kiss.
"See your daughter," she said, "and behold all that I am making ready for you where we shall dwell in a day to come." I grew confused.
"Yva," I said.