Let me sit here beside you, and I shall be better presently." She drew a low stool to his side, and sat with her head against his knee, and her dark eyes watching the fire.

Peter laid one hand gently on her hair, and wound the brown locks around his fingers.
"All right now ?" he asked, after several minutes had passed with no sound but the ticking of the clock.
"All right beside you, brother.

It is always all right beside you.".