His joy was beautiful to see.

He compared himself, as I went on, to a lost man emerging from the darkness into the light.

When I answered for a loving reception of him at the Mothers' Small-Clothes, the grateful heart of our Christian Hero overflowed.

He pressed my hands alternately to his lips.

Overwhelmed by the exquisite triumph of having got him back among us, I let him do what he liked with my hands.