A faint sound between a moan and a sob roused him and, looking up, he saw the great tears rolling down Ethie's cheeks, while her lips moved as if they would speak to him.
"Andy, dear old Andy! is it you, and are you glad to have me back ?" she said, and then all Andy's pent-up feelings found vent in a storm of tears and passionate protestations of love and tenderness for his darling sister.
She remembered how she came there, and seemed to understand why Andy was there, too; but the rest was a little confused.

Was Aunt Barbara there, or had she only dreamed it?
"Aunt Barbara is here," Andy said, and then, with the same frightened, anxious look her face had so often worn during her illness, Ethie said: "Somebody else has sat by me and held my head and hands, and kissed me! Andy, tell me--was that Richard ?--and did he kiss me, and is he glad to find me ?" She was gazing fixedly at Andy, who replied: "Yes, Dick is here.

He's glad to have you back.

He's kissed you more than forty times.

He don't remember nothing.'' "And the divorce, Andy--is the story true, and am I not his wife ?" "I never heard of no divorce, only what you said about one in your tantrums.