"Like this?"
He opened his eyes again and drew her down toward him. "Like you!"
She bent until her cheek touched his and his arms were about her. He felt her tears upon his face.
"Not that; not that—you mustn't cry, dear," he begged. "Oh, Harriet, aren't you happy now?"
"That's why. Happy! I didn't know before there could be anything like this."
"Nor I.... So it's all right, Harriet; everything is all right now?"
"All right? Oh, it's all right now, if I can make it so for you," she answered.
THE END