Miss Clementina and the Brother-man looked away and down at the little chap that Miss Clementina was holding his hand. It was as if there was a pulse in the room--the Great Pulse that we all beat to, and that now and then we hear. But those two didn't see me at all; and all of a sudden I understood, how there was still another star that I didn't know anything about, and that they two were standing there together, they two and the little chap--but not me. Oh, it was wonderful--starting the way great things start, still and quiet like stars coming out. So still that they didn't either of them know it. And I felt as if everything was some better and some holier than I had ever known. Then Madame Proudfit, she leans out from her star, gracious and benign, and certain sure that her star was the only one that had eternal truth inside it; and she spoke with a manner of waving her hand good natured to all the other little stars, including ours: "You mad, mad, children!" she said. "You _are_ mad. But you are very picturesque in your decisions, there's no denying that. He would probably be better cared for, more scientifically fed, and all that, in a good, hired, private family. But that's as you see it. Be mad, if you like--I'm here to watch over you!" She had quite a nice tidy high point of view about it--but oh, it wasn't ours. It wasn't ours. We three--the Brother-man and Miss Clementina and me--we sort of hugged our own way. And the little chap he kept smiling, like he sort of hugged it too. So that was the way it was. Miss Clementina and the Brother-man--that she'd been afraid to meet, 'count of thinking mebbe he didn't mean his writings for living--were in love from before they knew it. And I think it was part because they both meant life strong enough for living and not just for thinking, like the lukewarm folks do. I kept the little chap with me the three months or so that went by before the wedding--and I could hardly bear to let him go then. "Why don't you keep him for them the first year or so?" Friendship Village ask' me. But there's some things even your own town doesn't always understand. "It's so unromantic for them to take him now," some of them even said. But I says to them what I say now: "There's things that's bigger than romantic and there's things that's bigger than practical, so be some of both is mixed in right proportion. And the biggest thing I know in this world is when folks say over, 'You and me and all of us,' like voices, speaking to everybody's Father from inside the dark." FOOTNOTE: [9] Copyright, 1913, _The Delineator_. THE CABLE[10] I says to myself: "What shall I do? What shall I do?" I crushed the magazine down on my knee, and sat there rocking with it between my hands.