You will never let me be hurt, will you?
Nothing can harm me now, can it ?" "Nothing, Ailsa." She regarded him dreamily.

Sometimes her blue eyes wandered toward the stars, sometimes toward the camp fires on the hill.
"Perfect--perfect belief in--your goodness--to me," she murmured vaguely.

"Now I shall--repay you--by perversity--misbehaviour--I don't know what--I don't know--what----" Her lids closed; she yielded to his embrace; one slim, detaining hand on his shoulder held her closer, closer.
"You must--never--go away," her lips formed.
But already he was releasing her, pale but coolly master of the situation.

Acquiescent, inert, she lay in his arms, then straightened and rested against the rail beside her.
Presently she smiled to herself, looked at him, still smiling.
"Shall we go into Dr.West's office and have supper, Phil?
I'm on duty in half an hour and my supper must be ready by this time; and I'm simply dying to have you make up for the indignity of the kitchen." "You ridiculous little thing!" "No, I'm not.

I could weep with rage when I think of _you_ in the kitchen and--and-- Oh, never mind.