`` And me in my milking rig ! Jordan , for pity 's sake , hold the baby while I go and put on my black silk . You might have given a body some warning . I declare I do n't know which is the greatest idiot , you or Aunty Nan ! '' As Mrs. William flounced out of the kitchen , Jordan took his satisfaction in a quiet laugh . Up-stairs in the little room was a great glory of sunset and gladness of human hearts . Joscelyn was kneeling by the bed , with her arms about Aunty Nan ; and Aunty Nan , with her face all irradiated , was stroking Joscelyn 's dark hair fondly . `` O , little Joscelyn , '' she murmured , `` it seems too good to be true . It seems like a beautiful dream . I knew you the minute you opened the door , my dearie . You have n't changed a bit . And you 're a famous singer now , little Joscelyn ! I always knew you would be . Oh , I want you to sing a piece for me -- just one , wo n't you , dearie ? Sing that piece people like to hear you sing best . I forget the name , but I 've read about it in the papers . Sing it for me , little Joscelyn . '' And Joscelyn , standing by Aunty Nan 's bed , in the sunset light , sang the song she had sung to many a brilliant audience on many a noted concert-platform -- sang it as even she had never sung before , while Aunty Nan lay and listened beatifically , and downstairs even Mrs. William held her breath , entranced by the exquisite melody that floated through the old farmhouse . `` O , little Joscelyn ! '' breathed Aunty Nan in rapture , when the song ended .
Joscelyn knelt XXXXX her again and they had a long talk of old days .
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