For things behind?” She said, “I’ll try.”
But even as she spoke the word,
The old time love for Peter stirred;
And mingling with her quick regret,
There came a sob and Peter’s wet,
Sad eyes peered at her through a rain
Of honest tears. She tried in vain
To choke her grief, but Zelia Dionne
Forgot her vow to be a nun,
And crying, “Pierre, I love you best!”