"I think I'll… sleep a little now… You won't run away—while my eyes are shut?"
"Never," he said.
"Let me put my head… on your arm… like that." She closed her eyes, and then opened them to smile up at him. "This is… so nice," she said.
When she opened her eyes again Bonbright was still there. He had not moved… Her smile blossomed for him again, and it was something like her old, famous smile, but sweeter, more tender.
"I didn't… dream a bit of it," she said to herself.
Hilda came in. "We're going to take her to our house, Bonbright, till she gets well. That's best, isn't it?"
"Yes."
"You'll come, won't you, Ruth—now?"
"If my… husband comes, too," she said.