“Sue, you are frozen.”
“I’m all right,” she declared faintly.
“Sue!”
He felt her hand tighten in his own. He bent over her, his heart beating.
“Sue—it’s our last night.”
Her lips quivered. The small hand in his own trembled, but she did not speak.
“Sue, do you realize it all—that to-night you and I must say good-by to this dear old stream; that it may be years before we shall ever see it again—live it again—perhaps never?”
“I know,” she breathed, scarce audibly.
“You can never know what it meant to me to get that telegram. To know that you were coming. That we should be together—day in and day out. Sue, I’ve tried to be a good playmate—just as you wished—just as I promised I would.”
“Oh, Joe! It’s been so wonderful; just like some wonderful dream—every day of it, every hour of it,” she exclaimed softly.