"I shouldn't wonder. Is there anything you want?"
"Would—you—you—kiss me—just—once? I used—to dream—you did—and—and——"
With a sob she could not hide, she drew him close. He sighed contentedly as he put his frail arms around her, like a weary child, and with his Guenevere's kisses on his lips and brow, her little Launcelot blossomed into the light of which she had told him.
Her Volunteer