"You know I love you, honey," he said quickly. "I think I've always loved you and ever since I got a real grip on my job I've wanted to tell you. If you could care half as much for me as I do for you I'd—I'd—" he stopped before he told her what he would do for she had lifted her face and he had seen there that she did care, as much as he did. He stooped and kissed her.
She kissed him also and clung to him for a moment before she pushed him away.
"We—we shouldn't be thinking of ourselves now," her voice trembled. "We must think of Mary Rose."
CHAPTER XXIV
Mrs. Donovan cried bitterly as she went down the stairs and Larry put his arm around her.
"There, there, Kate," he said. "Crying won't help any."
"If we could only do somethin', Larry!" She wrung her hands. "If we could only do somethin'! It seems awful just to have to wait an' wait. I—I can't bear it."
"I'll call up the morning paper." Bob Strahan and Miss Carter had slipped down behind the rest and no one noticed that they came in hand in hand. "It won't do any harm to run a little story about Mary Rose and then if she has strayed in anywhere or been found people will know where to take her."
"The mornin' paper!" cried Mrs. Donovan. "I can't wait for the mornin' paper. I want her now!"