“Set the load down, Eva, and let me see if your eyes are as blue as ever.”
Her eyes were red.
“No—smile again, Eva! I can resist no more; I am your, I am yours...”
Evening. Eva sings, I hear her singing, and a warmth goes through me.
“You are singing this evening, child?”
“Yes, I am happy.”
And being smaller than I, she jumps up a little to put her arms round my neck.
“But, Eva, you have scratched your hands. Herregud! oh, if you had not scratched them so!”
“It doesn't matter.”
Her face beams wonderfully.