With her beautiful old face upturned to the infinite sky, where shining worlds are scattered in such lavish profusion, she listened, listened to the river that, with its countless and complex currents, swept so irresistibly onward along the way that was set for it by Him who swung those star-worlds in the limitless space of that mighty arch above.

And something of the spirit that broods ever over the river must have entered into the soul of Auntie Sue.

When she turned back into the house, there was a smile on her face, though her eyes were wet with tears.
Going to the chair that held Brian Kent's clothing, she took the garments in her arms and pressed them to her lips.

Then she carried them to his room.
For some time she remained in that darkened chamber beside the sleeping man.
When she returned to the living-room, she again took up the newspaper.
Very carefully, that her sleeping companions in the house might not hear her, she went to the kitchen, the paper in her hand.

Very carefully, that no sound should betray her act, she burned the paper in the kitchen stove..