Floyd waited a moment before continuing, and Flea crept closer to the bed. She was crying softly as she knelt down and bent her face over her brother. The boy passed his hands through the black curls.
"What's the matter, Flea?"
"I want to know what my Prince said to Sister Ann."
"Be ye crying about him?"
"Yes!"
"Ye love him, I bet!"
Flea buried her face deeper into the soft counterpane; but she managed to make an affirmative gesture with her head.
Floyd was silent, and sometime passed before he heard the girl's smothered voice:
"And I'm goin' to love him always—even after we go away!"
"We ain't goin' away," said Floyd.