"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" the bird sang to its Creator when the sun came out after rain, and it was Grizel's song as she listened to Corp's story of heroic Tommy.

There was no room in her exultant heart for remorse.

It would have shown littleness to be able to think of herself at all when she could think so gloriously of him.
She was more than beautiful now; she was radiant; and it was because Tommy was the man she wanted him to be.

As those who are cold hold out their hands to the fire did she warm her heart at what Corp had to tell, and the great joy that was lit within her made her radiant.

Now the baby was in her lap, smiling back to her.