The sun stood out above the eastern horizon like a huge gold coin, bright with the promise of life to spend, when Jim and Joan took off at last for the return home; but the radiance of the morning was dimmed by the knowledge of the tragic burden they bore.
For some moments, as they winged on, both were silent.
“Look!” said Jim at length. “Look ahead, Joan!”
She looked, brightened somewhat.
“Yes, I see.”
And after a moment, lifting her hazel eyes to his, she said. “Oh, Jimmy, I’m sure it means happiness for us.”
“Yes, I’m sure!”
She stirred, moved closer.
“Jimmy, you—you’re all I have now.”
He made no reply, save to press her trembling hand. But it was enough.