And she had slept peacefully, and had not awakened.
I looked upon her face, and the smile upon it was something wonderful.
It was one of the things which makes me believe there is some great story to it.

There was none with her but her youngest daughter when she left us, and the child could not tell when worlds were touching.
But upon that face was the expression which tells of what is all beyond.

I do believe that, even before she quitted her earthly frame, dear Jean knew that she had found Grant again.
Why have I told this story of two people, which is no story at all, but only what I know of what has happened to those closest to me?
There is no more of it.

It ends with the deaths of them, and yet I do not know that it is sad.

They lived and loved and died.