“When you believe, you believe hard, don’t you?”
“I believe the crystal,” she answered soberly.
“Yet you didn’t find your father?”
“No,” she admitted.
“You are still sure he is here?”
“I am still sure he is living. I may have made a mistake in the place, but I know he is alive and well somewhere. I shall look again in the crystal to-morrow.”
“Yes, to-morrow,” answered Wilson, vaguely.
He rose to his feet.
“But there is still the hunger of to-day.”