Across his face swept such a radiant look of unearthly joy that Pete sobbed audibly and fled to the kitchen.

Dong Ling found him there a minute later polishing a silver teaspoon with a fringed napkin that had been spread over Bertram's tray.

In the hall above Aunt Hannah was crying into William's gray linen duster that hung on the hall-rack--Aunt Hannah's handkerchief was on the floor back at Hillside.
In the den neither Billy nor Bertram knew or cared what had become of Aunt Hannah and Pete.

There were just two people in their world--two people, and unutterable, incredible, overwhelming rapture and peace.
Then, very gradually it dawned over them that there was, after all, something strange and unexplained in it all.
"But, dearest, what does it mean--you here like this ?" asked Bertram then.

As if to make sure that she was "here, like this," he drew her even closer--Bertram was so thankful that he did have one arm that was usable.
Billy, on her knees by the couch, snuggled into the curve of the one arm with a contented little sigh.
"Well, you see, just as soon as I found out to-night that you wanted me, I came," she said.
"You darling! That was--" Bertram stopped suddenly.