"
"At the same time?"
"Yes, sir. Dear little souls! They went together."
"I will go up to see them," said I.
And the girl showed me to the room in which they were laid. The door
was closed. I opened it, and stepped in softly. The room was
darkened; but light came in through a small opening in the curtains
at the top of the window, and fell in a narrow circle around the
spot where the bodies, already in their snowy grave clothes, were
laid. In a chair beside them sat the mother. She was alone with her
dead. I felt that I was an intruder upon a sorrow too deep for tears
or words; but it was too late to recede. So I moved forward and
stood by the bedside, looking down upon the two white little faces,
from which had passed every line of suffering.
Mrs. Dewey neither stirred nor spoke, nor in any way gave token that
she was aware of my presence in the room. I stood for over a minute
looking upon the sweet images before me--for in them, death had put
on forms of beauty--and still there was no movement on the part of
Mrs. Dewey. Then, feeling that she was with One who could speak to
her heart by an inner way, better than I could speak through the
natural ear, I quietly receded and left the apartment.
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