His head lightly touched her knee, and she shifted her position to afford him a comfortable resting place.

With a thrill of delight that shook him, the man laid his head in her lap and looked into the fire, his face glowing as a happy boy's.
"You shall have the loveliest doll that money can buy, Ruth," he promised.

"What else do you want ?" "A roasted goose, plum pudding, and all those horrid indigestible things that Christmas stories always tell about; and popcorn balls, and candy, and everything I've always wanted and never had, and a long beautiful day with you.

That's all!" "Ruth, I'm so happy I almost wish I could go to Heaven right now before anything occurs to spoil this," said the Harvester.
The wheels of a car rattled across the bridge.

He whirled to his knees, and put his arms around the Girl.
"Ruth," he said huskily.