"She was afraid you wouldn't know how to get Nellie out of the shafts.

Oh, Kenny!" There was quick compassion in her eyes.
"Let's not think of sorrowful things, dear!" said Kenny swiftly.

"I dreamed of a lantern." "And I," said Joan, the rich rose tints he loved flaming in her face, "I dreamed of you." Kenny choked back the tender untruth he would have liked to utter.

For an instant he hated the little old fairy in the green cloak who had come forth from the hill in his dream.

How easy for the dream-god to have made her--Joan! "Joan," he said wistfully, "you're sure you love me!" "Yes," said Joan.