Then came a little feeble cry as from some young thing, and the singing stopped, and a mother's voice, so it seemed, cooed soothing to her baby; and with that Mitsos passed not on to the vineyard, but went in. Suleima, busied with the child--the "littlest Mitsos," so she told herself--heard not his step till he was in the doorway, but then looked up, thinking it was her father, though earlier than his wont. And with a choking cry, hands outstretched, and a voice from a bursting heart: "Suleima!" cried Mitsos. THE END End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Vintage, by Edward Frederic Benson