Presently she started trembling.
"Denis?"
"Yes, acushla."
"Have—have I been asleep?"
"No."
"—I didn't dream that you—you said—"
"I said that when your cold is better, I will take you home for a few days."
She gave a little wriggle and a snuggle of utter joy.
"I was 'fraid I'd dreamt it."
"Denis, would you mind keep sayin' it every now and then?"