“Ah, you’ve done something brave—already!” murmured Boy. “You always said you would—you wanted to be a hero, and you’ve—you’ve begun! I wanted to do something great too—for Miss Letty’s sake....”
His voice sank. Moved by a passionate wish to rouse him once more, Violet Morrison suddenly put her arms round him as he lay, and said clearly—
“Boy!”
He stared at her, and a little smile crept round his mouth.
“Boy!” she went on sobbingly—“Can you hear me—can you understand?”
He made a faint sign of assent.
“I know Miss Letty,” she went on in her sweet thrilling tones—“and you have seen me, and I have seen you, only you don’t remember me just now. Poor Boy! I know Miss Letty—and I know how she loves you and wants to see you again!”
The smile grew sweeter on the poor parched lips.
“Does she?” His voice seemed to come from a long way off, so faint and feeble it had grown. “Ah! But I must do something great—and she will forgive me——”
“She has forgiven you!” said Violet.—“Oh Boy!—dear Boy!—try to understand!”