No, it was a taller and older lad, oddly dressed, but he had a look of Abe--something in his eyes.

He was on the road too, and marching purposefully--and he had the ring.

Even in her mortal frailty she had a quickening of the heart.
These strange people had something to do with her, something to tell her, and that something was about her son....
There was a new boy in the picture.

A dejected child who rubbed the ring on his small breeches and played with it, looking up now and then with a frightened start.

The woman's heart ached for him, for she knew her own life-long malady.