But Ruth watched him only.
"Arnie," she whispered in his ear, "there are no fairy ships upon the river to-night." He smiled.
"Why not, little one?
You have only to close your eyes." Slowly she shook her head.
"Don't think that I am foolish, dear," she begged.

"To-night I cannot look upon the river at all.

I feel that there is something new here--here in this room.

The great things are here, Arnold.

I can feel life hammering and throbbing in the air.