Sylvie nodded: and Bruno carried it off to the window, and held it aloft against the sky, whose deepening blue was already spangled with stars. Soon he came running back in some excitement. “Sylvie! Look here!” he cried. “I can see right through it when I hold it up to the sky. And it isn’t red a bit: it’s, oh such a lovely blue! And the words are all different! Do look at it!” Sylvie was quite excited, too, by this time; and the two children eagerly held up the Jewel to the light, and spelled out the legend between them, “ALL WILL LOVE SYLVIE.” [Illustration: THE BLUE LOCKET] “Why, this is the _other_ Jewel!” cried Bruno. “Don’t you remember, Sylvie? The one you _didn’t_ choose!” Sylvie took it from him, with a puzzled look, and held it, now up to the light, now down. “It’s blue, _one_ way,” she said softly to herself, “and it’s red, the _other_ way! Why, I thought there were _two_ of them—Father!” she suddenly exclaimed, laying the Jewel once more in his hand, “I do believe it was the _same_ Jewel all the time!” “Then you choosed it from _itself_,” Bruno thoughtfully remarked. “Father, _could_ Sylvie choose a thing from itself?” “Yes, my own one,” the old man replied to Sylvie, not noticing Bruno’s embarrassing question, “it _was_ the same Jewel—but you chose quite right.” And he fastened the ribbon round her neck again. “SYLVIE WILL LOVE ALL—ALL WILL LOVE SYLVIE,” Bruno murmured, raising himself on tiptoe to kiss the ‘little red star.’ “And, when you look _at_ it, it’s red and fierce like the sun—and, when you look _through_ it, it’s gentle and blue like the sky!” “God’s own sky,” Sylvie said, dreamily. “God’s own sky,” the little fellow repeated, as they stood, lovingly clinging together, and looking out into the night. “But oh, Sylvie, what makes the sky such a _darling_ blue?” Sylvie’s sweet lips shaped themselves to reply, but her voice sounded faint and very far away. The vision was fast slipping from my eager gaze: but it seemed to me, in that last bewildering moment, that not Sylvie but an angel was looking out through those trustful brown eyes, and that not Sylvie’s but an angel’s voice was whispering “It is love.” [Illustration: ‘IT IS LOVE!’] THE END. GENERAL INDEX. [N.B. ‘I’ refers to “Sylvie and Bruno,” ‘II’ to “Sylvie and Bruno Concluded.”] A Accelerated Velocity, causes of; II. 190 Air, Cotton-wool lighter than, how to obtain; II. 166 Animal-Suffering, mystery of; II. 296 Anti-Teetotal Card; II. 139 Artistic effect said to require Indistinctness; I. 241 Asylums, Lunatic-, future use for; II. 132 Axioms of Science; II. 330