You're all gold--pink and white and gold.

If Bram has another fit of talking he may tell me you came from the moon--that a chasse-galere crew brought you down out of space to keep house for him.
Great Scott, can't you give me some sort of an idea of who you are and where you same from ?" He paused for an answer--and she smiled at him.

There was something pathetically sweet in that smile.

It brought a queer lump into his throat, and for a space he forgot Bram.
"You don't understand a cussed word of it, do you ?" he said, taking her hand in both his own and holding it closely for a moment.

"Not a word.
But we're getting the drift of things--slowly.