He laid his bandaged hand firmly upon hers and pressed it tightly to his arm.

She did not look around.

Her every thought was centred upon the unfolding vision.
"There are trees," she murmured, enthralled.

"Trees,--and hills! See, Auntie,--but oh, how far away they are!" For many minutes they stood there without speaking.

Then from all sides came the clamour of voices,--shouts of joy, cheers,--laughter! She looked down at the clumsy object that imprisoned her hand, then swiftly up into his eyes.