"I got some one to bring me."
"Who?"
"I cannot tell you."
"It was an evil thing to do, whoever it was, and I hope some of the sorrow will fall upon him," he said hotly. "But you must not stop here, Kattie. You must go home."
"Home!" she said wildly. "I have no home. I will wait here till you come back from the war, Jim----"
"Kattie! . . . For God's sake, don't talk like that! You don't know what you are saying, child. I may never come back at all . . . And if I do----"
"Oh, Jim! Jim!"
She hardly knew what she was saying. She only knew that for months she had been longing for Jim, and now he was here, and he was going, and she might never see him again.
The pretty, quivering, wild-rose face was turned up to his. Her eager arms stole round his neck.
"Jim!"