"Why, no, you poor kid!" he said. "I've been sitting right here!"
"I thought—and it was so still—and you didn't come up!" Julia said, beginning to sob. And in a moment she was in his arms, clinging to him in an ecstasy of love and relief. For a long blissful time they remained so, the soft curve of Julia's cheek against Jim's face, her heart beating quick above his own, her warm little figure, in its loose, soft robe, gathered closely to him.
"Feeling better now, old lady?"
"Oh, fine!" But Julia's face quivered with tears again at the tone.
"Well, then, what's this for?" He showed her a drop on the back of his hand.
"Be—because I love you so, Jim!"
"Well, you needn't cry over it!" said Jim gently. "I'm the one that ought to do the crying, Judy," he added, with a significant glance at her lovely flushed face and tear-bright blue eyes.
Julia leaned against him with a long, happy sigh.
"Oh, I'm so glad I came down!" she breathed contentedly.
"'Glad!'" Jim echoed soberly. "God! You don't know what it meant to me to look up and see my little Geisha coming in. I was going crazy, I think!"