"I thought--" she paused, looking steadily into his face.
Suddenly the boy turned to her, and putting out both his hands, burst forth, his voice coming in dry sobs: "Oh, yes, yes! I do believe you.
I do believe you.

And that is why I came this way.

I wanted to see your door again before I went.

Oh, I will never forget you! Never, never, and I am glad I am seeing you, for now you will know--how much--" The boy was unable to proceed.

His sobs were shaking his whole frame, and to his shy Highland Scotch nature, words of love and admiration were not easy.
"You will not be sending me back home again ?" he pleaded, anticipating her.