"Yes."
"In the winter, too--such a long, cold journey!"
"I am strong, Thora--I never feel the cold."
His sad eyes were glistening, and Thora's throat was thick.
"I shall use it on the ship and in the train and everywhere," she said. "And whenever I use it I will always think of you."
"Will you?"
"Indeed I will. But we are going south, you know."
"I know."
"To England and France--perhaps to Italy."
"It will do you good, Thora. The sun will do you good. And you will see the fruit and the flowers growing--it will be beautiful."