"Yes. Don't hurry me. Do you suppose we find things because we believe in them?"
"What things, dear?"
"Will Bessie Grant have heaven because she believes in it? Will she find him because she thinks he's there?"
"Come, dear, wake up."
"Well!" The old lady roused herself. The light came back to her eyes, the old smile to her lips.
"I'll tell you what, Billy," said she, "there's one thing I swear I never will forget. Living or dying, I never will."
"What is it?"
"I never'll forget you saw me an old woman and treated me like a young one. I never'll forget you did your best to bring back my lost youth. And if there is a heaven and I set foot in it, and they bring up their archangels, I'll say, 'Away with you and your fine company. Where's Billy Stark?'"
But the light faded as she spoke and her face changed mysteriously, in a way he did not like. A clever thought came to him.
"Florrie," said he, "have you had your luncheon?"