“Ah, George, Cousin George, how I love you! Where is it?”
George took the document out of his pocket.
Neaera seized it. “Light a candle,” she cried.
George with an amused smile obeyed her.
“You hold the candle, and I will burn it!” And she watched the paper consumed with the look of a gleeful child. Then she suddenly stretched her arms. “Oh, I am tired!”
“Poor child!” said George. “You can leave it to me now.”
“However shall I repay you? I never can.” Then she suddenly saw the cat, ran to him, and picked him up. “We are forgiven, Bob! we are forgiven!” she cried, dancing about the room.
George watched her with amusement.
She put the cat down and came to him. “See, you have made me happy. Is that enough?”