"O God, O God, in Jesus' name, put back the wheels of time, that I may go with him!"
She shrieked, then crammed the quilt into her mouth, lest they should hear and find her there.
"O God, O God—in Jesus' name—the wheels of time—back—back—that I may go with him!"
She tore down her lovely hair and wound it round her hands. The pain kept her from swooning, helped her to think.
"O God in heaven, in Jesus' name—put back the wheels of time—that I may go with him. If ye shall ask anything—'anything' means anything, Dicky; not mere religious experiences, but anything we want. O God, I want another chance! Back—back—that I may go with him!"
Then she knelt very still, deathly still, while her heart thundered in her ears and the room rocked to and fro. But she clung to the bedclothes and knelt on.
The street door banged. She heard a step come up the stairs.
She cried again: "O God, O God—the wheels of time—back—back!"
The door opened and closed. Someone stood just within, breathing quickly, listening intently.
Then the doctor's voice said: "In the dark, my darling? Why, what is the matter?" And the room flashed into light.