And thank Thee, God, for home-sweet things, a green and friendly hill,
And red geraniums aflame upon my window-sill."
He gazed into the empty fireplace as the words of the verse sang through his mind.
"But still my heart has wings," "Gypsy wind-clouds," "And if my dreamings ne'er come true ... I'll set my heart at rest."
He mused over them. His heart had wings to soar high with his soul in the ecstasy of his new-found love. And if his dreaming never came true, could he set his heart at rest?
Or, her dreams, her expectation of happiness with Gibson—when they were shattered, could she set her heart at rest and thank her God for "home-sweet things," her "green and friendly hill, and red geraniums aflame upon her window-sill"?
He looked up from the ashes of the fireplace, where flames had sparkled to cheer and comfort her. She was still looking out toward her "green and friendly" hill and the listlessness of her outline told him that she, too, was musing. He longed to know her thoughts.
Very slowly she turned her face toward him. There was a suggestion of somberness in her eyes as she looked down at him.
"I arranged this window just for that," she said.