"Kiss poor father, and wake him," she told her.
Ellen, whose blue eyes were big with fright and wonder, whose lips were quivering, and whose little body was vibrating with the strain of her nerves, laid her soft cheek against her father's rough, pale one, and stole a little arm under his neck.

"Father, wake up!" she called out in her little, trembling, sweet voice, and that reached Andrew Brewster in the depths of his own physical inertness.

He opened his eyes and looked at the child, and the light came into them, and then the sound of his sobbing filled the house and reached the people out in the yard, and an echo arose from them.

Gradually the crowd dispersed.

Jim Tenny, before he drove away, went to the door and spoke to Eva.
"Anything I can do ?" he asked, with a curious, tender roughness.