It might have been, once.
Good-by, Stephen." Her childish way put him in mind of the old days when this girl was dearer to him than his own soul.

She was so yet.

He held her close to his breast, looking down into her eyes.

She moved uneasily; she dared not trust herself.
"You will come ?" he said.

"It might have been,--it shall be again." "It may be," she said, humbly.