"Keep the gold in it, of course. Why do you ask?"
"Oh, I hardly know, except—that—if you were not going to use it, I should like to have it."
"For a keepsake?"
"Yes. But if you need it, never mind."
"Why, you are welcome to it. I can put the gold in something else."
Nance said no more then, but that evening as she was leaving the hospital she picked up the can, and wrapped it up carefully in the apron she had been wearing that afternoon. Dick was waiting to accompany her home, and an amused smile played about the corners of his mouth as he observed what she was doing.
Nurse Marion watched them as they left the building, and walked slowly down to the river. They were so happy in each other's company that her own sense of loneliness sank deeper than ever into her soul.