He seemed to be searching her face for something that yet he scarcely hoped to find.
"And their dream," said he, "brings them at last to a small cottage, and there they live—"
"They live?"
"'YOU ARE THE BEAUTY OF THE WORLD,' HE ANSWERED SMILING, AND HE KISSED HER HAND."
"And work," he added. "For she keeps his home while he works."
"What does she do?" asked Osra, with smiling, wondering eyes.
"She gets his food for him when he comes home weary in the evening, and makes a bright fire, and—"
"Ah, and she runs to meet him at the door—oh, further than the door!"