“Zyp, take this money. I wish it were more, but it will keep you going for the present.”
“No, Renny, I have a little left.”
“Don’t worry me, changeling.”
“Ah, the name and the flowers.” She rose to her feet. “Have you forgotten my asking you never to pick one?”
“Not once in my life since, Zyp. My conscience is free of that reproach.”
She looked at me with a sweet strange expression in her wet eyes.
“Good-by, dear brother,” she said, suddenly, holding out her hand to me.
“Shall I not see you off?”
“No. We shan’t have long to wait, I dare say, and Jason will be wishing for you. Kiss—Renny, kiss dad for me—this kiss”—and she stepped hurriedly forward and put her soft trembling lips to my forehead.
My blood leaped. For a moment I was near catching her madly in my arms.