The nun smiled again, and opened the door into a little room with a single snowy bed.
"If you will wait here a moment," she said, and as Stewart entered, closed the door after him.
Not until he was inside the room did he realize that the bed had an occupant. Instinctively he turned toward the door.
"Oh, do not go!" said a voice.
He stopped, trembling; turned slowly, incredulously....
Those luminous eyes—that glowing face—those outstretched arms....
"Little Comrade!"
And he was on his knees beside the bed, holding her close—close....