"Shall you come and see me again?" he asked her.
She gave him a shy and brilliant smile.
"Rather," she said. "So'll mother."
He kissed her hand, and there was beauty in his eyes.
Next day she called with the book from Mr. Haggard.
Dr. Pollock was coming down the path.
"He's out of pain," he said gravely.
Boy returned to Putnam's and picked some violets.
Then she came back to the cottage.
Mrs. Boam was weeping as she opened.