"Oh, Phœbe!" The man could hardly refrain from taking her in his arms. "You're an angel! To sacrifice all that for us—it's the most unselfish thing I've ever heard of! You gave her sight so she could see me. I came right down to bless you and to thank you."
Other words sought utterance but he fought them back. Phœbe must have read his heart, for she looked up suddenly and asked, "And you came all the way down here just to say thank you! There's nothing else——"
Then, half-ashamed and startled at her forwardness, her gaze dropped.
But the words had worked their magic. "There is something else!" David cried, exulting. "I can't wait any longer to tell you! I love you!"
He held out his arms and as she smiled into his face his arms enfolded her and he knew that she loved him. But he wanted to hear the sweet words from her lips. "Is it so?" he asked. "You do care for me, you'll marry me?"
"Oh, Davie, did you think I could live the rest of my life without you? Did you think I could love you any less because you're crippled?"
He flushed. "It seemed like working on your sympathy to ask you."
"And if you hadn't asked me, Davie," she began.
"Yes, go on. If I hadn't asked you——"
