Didn't you sit close to the partition ?" "I--I don't know where I sat." Old Grannis shyly put out his hand and took hers as it lay upon her lap.
"Didn't you sit close to the partition on your side ?" he insisted.
"No--I don't know--perhaps--sometimes.

Oh, yes," she exclaimed, with a little gasp, "Oh, yes, I often did." Then Old Grannis put his arm about her, and kissed her faded cheek, that flushed to pink upon the instant.
After that they spoke but little.

The day lapsed slowly into twilight, and the two old people sat there in the gray evening, quietly, quietly, their hands in each other's hands, "keeping company," but now with nothing to separate them.

It had come at last.

After all these years they were together; they understood each other.