"She wants you. She—she's crying for home—" Her lips quivered so that she could not go on. "I can't quiet her. She's—oh, I can't stand it, Denis!" She broke into sudden passionate tears.
"Don't cry, old girl. I'll see if I can quiet her."
He went into the room. Sheila Pat was crouched up on her bed, moaning: "I want to go home! I want to go home!"
She lifted her head, and her heavy eyes leapt to his with a wild gleam of hope. She stretched out her arms; she was shaking all over.
"Denis—oh, Denis—I want to go home!"
He put his arms round her.
"Try to be good, Atom—try to be quiet, and go to sleep." His face worked; he bit his lip. "You'll go—some day," he said huskily.
"Let me go now—-I'll be so good—I won't stay a minute—if I can see it—just feel it—and smell it—oh, Denis—Denis—I want to go home!"
"You shall go, Atom."
There was a sudden breathless lull. She gave a little shiver.