“Say, but that is great!”
“See, if I hadn’t been sent out first, I’d be the one left behind.”
“Seems as if it can’t be true—going home at last. For so long I gave up hopes of ever seeing the folks, as you call them down south.”
He caught her hand and looked pleadingly into her eyes. “But Nancy, when you come home, too, will you promise to think seriously about what I’ve been asking you every day?”
For the first time she took him seriously and said, “I surely will, Bruce. And you won’t forget to pray that somehow Tommy will get back to us?”
“You bet I won’t, Nancy.”
When she stood up to leave he started to rise also, but she pressed her hand on his shoulder, holding him down firmly, for it was still difficult for him to get up and down.
“Don’t stand,” she said. “I must run along.”
Suddenly she bent and kissed him lightly on the forehead, then hurried away before he could come after her, making their parting harder. Nancy found that the most trying aspect of her work was making friends, then having to leave them behind.